Your confrontation
Won't keep me away from this place
You can't defend it
It humors me that you think
You can slow down my pace
Your vessel of bile revoked
A kingdom ripe for reaping
Bountiful in porcelain
Excretion impending
You will be
Dethroned
My domination of will
Invokes fear among men
A conquerors aura
Disintegrate the domain
With a foul overload
Surrender your soul to me
A kingdom ripe for reaping
Bountiful in porcelain
Excretion impending
You will be
Dethroned
I bring devastation nauseating agony
My purpose on this world here is to create tragedy
Don't try to fight
Just run and hide
And pray to God you live
No mercy for you
Hate is all that I give
Bubbling boiling rotting bile
Isolating everything
Porous blotted dripping down
The crypt has awakened
I hear it calling my name