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I came down in a godlike rapture of blood

My soul’s entwined with death

The living, I no longer obey

You can’t pay for death

And there’s no such thing as war

Only powerless weaklings with guns

And soon they’re all going to die

You don’t inherit the throne and the crown of a death god

You make it from your enemies’ wreckage

You can’t ask for immortal power

It’s scavenged from the dead

I came down on a mission of death

With a machine-gun

And a halo around my head

Somebody kill me

Death sent me back possessed

With a hole in my soul

That I fill with self-destruction

You’re all going to die

You don’t inherit the throne and the crown of a death god

You make it from your enemies’ wreckage

You can’t ask for immortal power

It’s scavenged from the dead

On a skeletal throne

With a crown made of reforged steel

Watching myself disintegrate