The Sovereign

I gave birth to the world, created the law
In human smiles and meekness
Into reason pure drawn with scripture foul
The last laugh is now mine...
Now the master of your thought
I made man´s heart cheerful
What is it you ask?
Questions don´t concern me - you are but stock
Feeding on your self-conceit

The surety of your intelligence making me amused
I am the hand that grips
All sheeep that feed upon it
I have cursed their souls into drops of rain

That will start to pour at my sole discretion
shrouded in my pride
crowned by my own sin
I´m the soundless king
Your death is now mine
It´s watered by your fright
I´m the one who´s right