come at me with all the fury you have scorned against my kind
the inhibitions of the deceased forever curse your spirit to glorify your need to despise me
a morbid spectacle designed to create the illusion i am malevolent and should be eliminated
you desire for you to be seen as equal, then give me a reason to respect your breed
do i force this upon you as you force this upon me? you confronted me and i won't back down
slaves must serve a higher calling just as a king must serve the people's hate
the gift of death i bestow to my servants of unholy light to blacken this world
faces liquify leaving the bone exposed the weather the coming storms that i demand
no god or salvation awaits you at the end of this wretched journey out of hell
