The ferocity of the eyes remind me of the taste of the power that they might have experienced a lot
The hunger is penetrating my viscera
Trying to lick off my sanity
Eyes drip power and surity
And a veil that prevent glimpses of deadly experiences just uncovered the rotten hell
The throne just presented itself through the body of the seater
Suiting the needs of blood shed
Demanding the slaughter of weaklings
Eliminating competition
Conquering lesser souls
To be big, bigger than the throne itself
