they will gaze upon the new sun
the one of the many
that will kill them all in fire
as they melt in a quagmire
they see my feet carry on
leaving many prints in the mud
but it is their blood that clouds the sun
the bastards call themselves my masters
they now lie broken as a plaster vase
i am the destruction of your world
mortals will bow to me and the sing the songs of hell
the fire will make their bodies smell
as they are burned down and breakin into steam
as the fire tear away at their seems
i shall smile with glee
the one of the many
that will kill them all in fire
as they melt in a quagmire
they see my feet carry on
leaving many prints in the mud
but it is their blood that clouds the sun
the bastards call themselves my masters
they now lie broken as a plaster vase
i am the destruction of your world
mortals will bow to me and the sing the songs of hell
the fire will make their bodies smell
as they are burned down and breakin into steam
as the fire tear away at their seems
i shall smile with glee
