Upon the darkest of thrones
The [bad word] God is visible
The filthy sound of ten thousand (necro) morbid deaths
Smear my body with your [bad word] visions

Writhe in my [bad word] hellish tormented ego
Soak my veins in alcohol
Create the beast.. behind these armoured walls...
I shall not let others in

So pure the race
So few
But we (tormented) know
We know so [bad word] well not to hide
Yet to stay underground

You, you sit upon the darkest of thrones
Yet still remain as miserable, as necro, as evil, as hungry, as I...