My mind fills with torment and suffering
Watching my world corrode
I shall create a race of slaves to harvest
Fusing our blood with this simian and a soul
To serve our every wish and request
They stand forth and call me God
Know your master, worship and obey
I shall protect you from the fallen one whose wish is to enslave
What a horrible mistake to leave them all alone
They dwell in the garden seeking the knowledge of our throne
Devising a plan to devour the fruit in its whole
This blasphemy must be punished, Demolish their souls
Strike them down with lightning
Quakes will crumble their homes
Soak them with flames ever burning
This atrocity will drown in a cascade of death
Nothing is left, Just remains of their flesh
This is a time of great agony
This is a time of misfortune and pain
Affliction is now upon us
But my creation will serve and obey
Worshipers of the shining serpent
Will reap the fruits of my dismay
Praise must given, exalt unto me
No harm will be done to thee, as long as I breathe
I am the creator from a golden throne I lead
I am the chosen Promethean King
(Solo M. Pugh)
(Solo M. Low)
(Solo M. Pugh)
I am everlasting, never question my rule
It is my will to sustain their lives
You have the heart of a fool
You have grown weak and forgiving
Crush them all with no sign of regret
Enemies of our heavenly alliance
Must pay for their sins with death
(Solo M. Low)
Enemies of the golden throne must pay with their death
I am the king of all kings
You are blinded by rage and ignorance
These mortals must not be our enemies
