You'Re All Gonna Die

The cold reign of darkness shadows the infinite shadow
Enlisting blackness to repair the wounds
Which were successfully administered
By the cruel curse of life's blinding lights
Hell regurgitates devouring magma from the dank depths

Royalty or not, you're all gonna die
Catholic or not, you're all gonna die

Once more to reclaim the throne
Evermore to claim heredity
Ownership of the dead
And all the responsibilities
Falling helpless into the hands of no more you
That cold, lonely planet was never your real home

Rich man or not, you're all gonna die
President or not, you're all gonna die

There are those who defy the end
Scream and beg for more
Dragged away and destined to scream
In whims that howl in tormented storms
No rights to be, no rights to see
Your sad epitaph shall now read as follows

Scientist or not, you're all gonna die
Satanist or not...