Rotting
Decaying
Putrid waste of life
Your eyes speak of your blasphemies
A truth untold throughout the centuries
I shall purge and uncover every fiber of your being
And in your dying day I will cackle at the fall of this so-called King
You'll betray yourself
For sooner or later
You
Like your fallacies
Shall one day claim a seat in hell
For when you're gone I shall claim what is mine
I shall regain what was lost in time
Consider this the final sign of the diminishing
You'll betray yourself
For sooner or later
You
Like your fallacies
Shall one day claim a seat in hell
For when you're gone I shall claim what is mine
I shall regain what was lost in time
Lo and behold the diminishing