We seek the sweet fruition of an earthly crown!
To hang on our sepulcher, as we rot in the ground
Burn the bodies!
Tear them limb from limb!
Catalogue the categories of our self destruction
Willful men with nefarious minds
Slaughter in the wake of self-advancement
Progress at the cost of generations
The untold stories of the countless breaths we've ceased
Unbridled manifestations of ruinous
Self-perpetuation derived from desolate minds
We answer only to ourselves
We are the gods of our own existence
Sworn to none but our own pursuits
We will reach the pinnacle of grandeur
On a pyramid of bodies!
Distorting perception
Rhetoric from the serpent's tongue
The art of oppression
Destruction from the tyrant's lungs
The princes of a kingdom built on death
Fashioned from the bones of lowly men
Send them to their graves
With the words of a tyrant
We are the incarnation of death