Strangle the king And the slaves will vanish Stabbing wildly Until man is no more Strangle the king Wield the blade until no breath is heard Crushing the duality of life Trampling all creation's spawn In every aspect eradication throned Each corner cleansed with fire In the midst of tombs and branches dead Beneath the weeping heaven’s cries Turning to behold what birth denied And piss in the ashes of aeons man roamed ...of aeons man roamed Strangle the king And his herd will starve Let them find their end On impotent ground Strangle the king And his herd will starve Their bones adorn our victory ...our victory May my words be famine, suffering and fright May curses follow steps I take In the heart of all I craft The pulse is born so far beyond their pallid dream Twisting the bones in impossible ways Leaving scars beneath the scars... Strangle the king And his kingdom ’ll fall Turn to nothing Their shelters built of sand Strangle the king And his kingdom ‘ll fall All their efforts do succumb to naught Let me be the flame that swallows worlds As their bane I stand May my works be plagues, woes and blight Born opposer of all you hold so dear May curses follow each step that I may take