Beckon

We have brought down the cracked, and pitted, holy gates
Etch these words into your skull, I am the king of kings
And lay claim to this universe
Everything will die by the hands of your master
Call upon gods and beg them for your salvation

We have brought down the cracked, and pitted, holy gates
Etch these words into your skull
I am the king of kings and lay claim to this universe
Locked away in total darkness for the rest of eternity
Silence the screams that echo through the centuries

Speak of the devil and so he shall appear
I beckon that he may, so that I can slit him ear to ear
Conserve your last breath and let my blade do the talking
Embrace the horror of our everlasting presence

Such inferior species shall forever
Feel the clench of our ruthless
Unrelenting grasp. And we shall
Put these fucking souls to rest
This insignificant dimension is doomed