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, oh

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