Bow down, to the King.
As I sit upon my throne in isolation,
I am forced to be crowned abomination.
I lay my strategics before my servants,
With destination of domination.
I am majestic, depressed, in my work of art
The shadows fill the holes in my blackened heart.
The eyes of my behorned master in the gloom,
Figuring this the message of doom
Within the walls of this room,
I shape their souls to turn from good
I am majestic, depressed, in my work of art
The shadows fill the holes in my blackened heart.
Forced to the throne.
Rejected by the lord.
Forced to the throne.
Rejected by the lord.
I do his wretched deeds,
Collecting their vivid seeds (the seeds)
As the holy ghost emptily looks forth (looks forth)
(I am) The king of torment,
Forced heir to the throne
(I am) The king of torment,
Rejected by the lord
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