Until the Heavens Grow Dark Lyrics

Heir to the victorious throne:
they'll say my name
until the mountains are dust
and the heavens have grown dark.

With the most, rare alchemicals,
I'll ascend from king to god!

Rejecting the unworthy,
the elixir predictably accepts me:
a miracle of my providence.

Yet the days pass like gathering storms.
My subjects, impermanent:
vanishing before my eyes.
Yet materializing a gift of new throne
into which I am ceremoniously thrown.

My tomb...
is sealed long before I can protest,
only presenting as airy gasps
feebly falling on deafening ears.