Among Worms It Was Whispered

Tears of forgotten lives shattered upon my cenotaph A monument frozen in time! For as Infinihility called upon me I chose to secede from my realm In favour of the permanent throne Once caught in a spectral existence I tasted death's own kingdom And never would I have thought It would leave me craving more And so I made it my mission to seek far and beyond For what the prophecies all left out, buried aeons ago But little did it bother me for of the soil oh, was I fond ...and among worms it was whispered That what is dead cannot be conquered! Draggling through the mud of distant times Were the words that spoke of a despair Brought by a tyrant King destined to disperse They spoke of a sun Swallowed and buried in the wake of the tomb But they spoke of no cure for the corrosion of what I shun! No, not a word of the restoration of the essence of man No remedy for my treachery Crawling through the deep tombs with the restless Fueled by the purest loathe for existence I then and there knew my future To unfurl a cruel reign of depression In a moment of clarity I could see the future Of the world that was to be I was to bestow upon the world the fate to be one with the worm Yes, I was destined to benight the earth And with my voice of lacerated sedation I'd sing the world my last lamentation of this life so futile Under my dismal crown, eternally The foul will emerge in search of their Messiah! With the wake of the tomb comes The slumber of The Withered King And the masses will drown in the tears of their forgotten lives But no tears of mine will ever Shatter upon the dying earth, slowly consumed by time For as Infinihility gulps away at the rotting remains Of my ever despaired reign I'll oblige to the condemnation of this memory and disperse