I find myself here alone, stunned and shivering. I didn't see anything coming, nothing... and yet... The crimson rivers flow away, creating furrows. The trails of my defeats drawing in the snow. A sweet wind makes the still feathers sing. Planted in a soiled white ground and frozen flesh. I received this great power as a grace. But it was just a curse at its place. It infected my ideals, all my thoughts, my blood, my vision. It killed my empathy, my love, my mercy, my emotions. Everything I was vanished little by little. I became that monster of vanity. I threw away my loves, my flesh in the blaze. Oh my children! What have I done? Who am I? I became the crazy king, so dreaded. I got fat from their toil, from their pain. I got drunk from their sweat, from their blood. I got dressed with my gown of delusion. I got knighted with my crown of perversion. I was wrong! I cheated on you all!