Kali Yuga Crown

Brighter than the final funeral flames
It is bitter cold and black is the night
Brighter than the final funeral flames
It is steeped in creeping light and is bitter cold
The bullet crown for severed heads
Fitted for this age of suffering
Placed on the tyrant king instead
Whom leads us screaming
Endless animal holocaust
To fill disgusting mouths
Too weak to stand against
But we convince ourselves are men
The Kali Yuga Crown
Upon my shoulders
In greed we drown
The Kali Yuga Crown