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Sulking in my throne, overseeing my bloodstone

This is my world it is my creation

Unanimated beings existing with no expressions

Their purpose is to die, and never live life

My sycophant, right hand man

Making sure everything goes to plan

Pumping the world full of sin

The crushed bones of the dead are turned to soot

Fluming ashes - into the sky (ELECTROCUTE)

Eternal storms of lightning cast a web of hate

Volute channels of embers are joists that pulsate

The only determiner of when my reign will end is time

Until the end, I will writhe in my own slime

Forcing my sycophant to heed to my deed

Casting spells and filling wells to be sent to hell

Manipulating my creed

As I lead them into my sadistic fantasy

Close your eyes, and follow me, fall to your doom

Suffer for all time, happiness will never bloom

You are being groomed in the womb of gloom

As you zoom straight down into an empty tomb