Good Lord, son, no, I do not. I was, in days gone by, a believer. But alas, I came to this beleaguered land, and the God in me just … evaporated. Let us change our toast, sir. To the God who has forgotten us.
I'm the king of my own land.
Facing tempests of dust, I'll fight until the end. Creatures of my dreams, raise up and dance with me.
Now and forever, I'm your king.