Tell me king what is more white
Than silence and indifference
Than an unsettling wait for nothing
Than a blazing sun of madness
Tell me king what is more black
Than a hole in your soul
Than a sky full of anger
Than a poor demon without a kingdom
Tell me queen what is more sad
Than a man worn down by power
That crawls and begs for love
Then drowns in his own black bile
Your eyes are cold pins
Your bones are rotten wood
Weak and powerless you are waiting
For your nemesis makes his move