Have I seen too much of this world?
No
But I think I've seen enough
And what I saw I don't like

From the top of the mountain
He is watching his frozen field
Harvesters of sorrow
Are doing well their jobs indeed

Obviously satisfied He turns his look
But I see no happiness on his face
He walks slowly to his throne
A ruler of dark, forsaken place

My Lord, is there something wrong?
Haven't all your orders been fulfilled?
Haven't all your enemies been destroyed
And their bodies buried deep in the silt?

No, Servus, nothing's wrong
Except the certainty of my fate
The fate that I have chosen
Since there was no choice to be made

We live our lives in a game
That someone else has made
We must play by their rules
Until our purpose begins to fade

So you see
It is my destiny
To watch the end of days

So far you have served me well
But if you could make a choice
Then what would you rather be?
Servant in Heaven or king in Hell