Have I seen too much of this world? No But I think Ive seen enough And what I saw I dont like From the top of the mountain He is watching his frozen field Harvesters of sorrow Are doing well their jobs indeed Obviously satisfied He turns his look But I see no happiness on his face He walks slowly to his throne A ruler of dark, forsaken place My Lord, is there something wrong? Havent all your orders been fulfilled? Havent all your enemies been destroyed And their bodies buried deep in the silt? No, Servus, nothings wrong Except the certainty of my fate The fate that I have chosen Since there was no choice to be made We live our lives in a game That someone else has made We must play by their rules Until our purpose begins to fade So you see It is my destiny To watch the end of days So far you have served me well But if you could make a choice Then what would you rather be? Servant in Heaven or king in Hell
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