sun shines on the gaza strip smiles on the back alleys of madrid comes off the stone like a burning whip but it s night here on the ridge and the snowfall adds up inch by inch i ve wasted my days battered and ground down by wave upon wave of bitter envy and unremitting hate but there s no one i hated more than the man that stands before you now i was humbled just in time no longer king in a skull sized castle endless waves had ground me down to dust for the first time i could take to air i was free now i could go anywhere