Mammothpolis

Beyond the bluster of my kingdom's trumpets

I have reached the gates of the city of Mammoths

Where my fatal children are hanged from trees

For they came at my fatal behest

I am the roistering death

That ye will surely die

I'm without fear deep inside Mammothpolis

I'm decaying... but I stamp down the buried

I'm without fear deep inside Mammothpolis