The Rotten King

The death of mankind is slowly approaching
The blind believers lead the mass
Our ignorance will be our demise
Bow to me
I am the reason for your misery
Infecting the weak and spreading religious hypocrisy
I am the false creator
But my minions still follow my way
The blind lead the blind
Hiding filth in disguise
The rotten king will rise
You can’t run
Your time has come to serve the rotten king
You can’t talk
Your mouth sewn from the inside out
He cleaves a new path right infront of our eyes
As a result of religious superstition
forged on lies
This is the las and only call for repent
The spineless mindless will follow with ill intent
Hell has it’s plan of evil
We will all be buried
If we have not chosen to bow down and call him god
Bow to me
I am the reason for your misery
Infecting the weak and spreading religious hypocrisy
I am the false creator
But my minions still follow my way
The blind lead the blind
Hiding filth in disguise
None will be left alive
The rotten king will rise
King of torment
Your pain and all your suffering
Will no longer be based on book of lies
the foundation of your belief will crumble at my feet
This is what we get for endless misery
Following like we cannot see
Now he may feed upon the rest of humanity
The death of mankind is slowly approaching
The blind believers lead the mass
Our final hour awaits
Lifeless servants of the earth
I am the end of everything you once had known
Dismembered bodies construct my throne!