Thy Faith, Thy Oblivion

From the podium to the pit
The royal gown stripped
In a filthy robe I sit
Gaze cast toward my broken sons birthed
I smirk as I stare at the worst of the cursed
Descendants of rage struck with fear and disease
The children are cattle to use as I please

Long live the King!
Of violent rape and savagery
Long live the King!
A masquerade of nobility

I lay on the floor with half-dead whores
Humming the ballad of their fallen mothers
Erotic evisceration
Organ asphyxiation
Each stroke stokes the flames of completion

I am the King!
Malevolent master of sodomy
A misanthropic tyrant dwelling beneath your glorious majesty
I am the King!

Broken screams emphasize the beauty of their melody
Resonating in my chamber of chastity
The rhythm of shackles falls in sync with my thrusting
A fairytale of feral fornication

The guillotine raised
I bound and gag the soiled and bleeding
The Enslaved now weak from hours of mistreating

My passion finally finds its end
I pull the chain
The blade descends
Upon those prostrated, my fetish is freed
I fill the beheaded with my heinous seed

I am the King!

Malevolent master of sodomy
Succumb to the saint of soiled sin
I am the King! I am the King!

Praise to the Pastor
The Peerless Prince

I am the King! I am the King!

A vulture of gutted cunts
Masturbator of skinned cocks
Addicted to the aroma of death and cum

Sweet sweat-scented skin
Erupting excrement
Smothered in menstrual fluid
Rancid sticky sensation
Rubbing rectal leakage on my shaft in sequence

I am the King!
Malevolent master of sodomy

Long live the King!
Of violent rape and savagery