(ep.1) Become of: King Eflat B B-Aflat B

So softly I wallow for return that will become,

all who have apposed will surrender- forth comes the monarchy I so desire.

Since the age of my time, I searched for it-

only to find a small broken throne.

The throne was scorched and painted of the deepest blue,

it loomed over me and gave its words of approval.

When I accepted the throne as my own-

it consumes me with more.

As the shadows that form behind me take a breath,

the front of me comes to the back-

and when I see the final moments of my certainty,

the shadow has already existed to point of immortality.

I ask for all who will forgive my sacrifice,

forgive my sanity,

and forgive my humanity; 

will forget my fallacies

finally,

will I sit and ponder forever,

will I sit with shadow cast on my face,

will I sit and embrace the shadow's game,

will sit with my sacrifice of this throne-

for I have become of a king of shadows, 

and I have sat on its thrown.