Emulations

Though blood stains my gown
I still wear the crown

Make war my décor
My forces flee from no one who is not me
Start this with a kiss of death 
that leaves you desperately empty

Back down trauma hound
Your agony is starting to annoy me
Drop dead from my head
The memories are starting to destroy me

Once you've hear my legions roar
Your faith shall be no more

Blood thieves on your knees
Confront the queen of stolen dreams before you
Boy down kiss the ground
The miracle of memory adorns you

Back down trauma hound 
Your shameless emulations start to bore me
Drop dead like you said
Your memory is one that's worth ignoring.

Make war my décor
Your echoes are the only gift you leave me
End this with a kiss of death
That leaves me desperately empty

Back down trauma hound
Your agony is starting to annoy me
Drop dead from my head
The memories are starting to destroy me