Throne From The Ashes Şiiri - Yusuf Berkman

I am that man, born from his own ashes,
I have evolved; I am my own greatest revolution!
What you call "the end" is my grand arrival.
A key in my hand, every door opens for me,
The summits are mine, the rest are just spectators!

The sky is my limit, your peaks are beneath me;
I wrote this with my own hands, I owe no one!
Watch with your beggar souls, for I rule the night,
I’d discard you with a single glance; my name is a riddle.

Where I pass is a storm, my presence is your disaster;
Whine all you want, for that is the extent of your capacity!
Your entire existence is but a footnote to me,
With one move, I’ll tear through your filthy pages!

My ice-cold silence, gliding down from the peak,
I am the noblest prince of this noisy city.
Every word of mine is a verdict, yours is just white noise;
The moment my name is spoken, this fake pattern ends.

I woke after a great pain, all my chains shattered,
I built this unshakeable throne upon my own ruins.
The fire is my masterpiece, my ashes are now my ornaments;
This life is mine, the rest is just a nightmare!

I am that man, born from his own ashes,
I have evolved; I am my own greatest revolution!
What you call "the end" is my grand arrival.
A key in my hand, every door opens for me,
The summits are mine, the rest are just spectators!