King of Nothing - Sainted

2nd video of my musical journey, please leave a like if you like this type of content. Lyrics: He stands alone on holy ground, But victory makes no triumphant sound. The sword is dropped, the shield is cast, He is the first, and he is last. The demon's ash is on his hands, Blown far across the desert sands. The plague is gone, the curse is dead, But silence fills his aching head. He always thought that peace would sing, And mend his torn and bloody wing. But as the golden sun comes up, He drinks from an embittered cup. For who is he without the fight? A blinding, useless surge of light. The monster that he had to slay Was everything that defined his day. He screams into the empty air, And finds no rival waiting there. No shadow plays upon the wall, No wicked whisper breaks his fall. The battle’s won, the sky is clear, But perfect light is cold and drear. He conquered dark, he broke the chain, And inherited a throne of pain. The king of nothing, pure and blessed— With absolute and lonely rest.