Burning, seething, building inside
Immanent assault
Blackened, sanguine, pounding rage
Devastation results
Hear a thousand screams from far
Perceiving the pain so near
Imbibe the taste of suffering
The bitterness is sweet
Heralded from underground
Champion of the weak
A rotten pedestal of lies
Stands below my feet
Promising a golden age
Ambitious words are thrown
Within the land
The seeds of massacres are sewn
Call to arms
Getting closer
Fuelled on years of dearth
Call to arms
Erase their lives
And scorch the earth
I sit atop the highest mount
The world within my hands
The opulence of hate, my crime
Luxurious guilt demands
I speak of dark impending doom
You easily could berate
But you are sightless not to see that this is our fate