Upon The Dark Throne

Upon the darkest of thrones the true God is visible

The filthy sound of ten thousand necro morbid deaths

Smear my body with your destructive visions death

Writhe in my bastard hellish tormented ego

Soak my veins in alcohol

Create the beast behind these armored walls

I shall not let others in

So pure the race

So cold but we tormented know

We know so fucking well

Not to hide yet to stay underground

You sit upon the darkest of thrones

Yet still remain as miserable, as necro

As evil, as hungry, as I