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

Writhe in my bastard hellish, tormented ego

Soak my vein 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

Scarred

You, you sit upon

The darkest of thrones

Yet still remain

As miserable, as necro, as evil

As hungry as I am