soaring on the back of a death-black eagle, hate
stepping on the neck of a cherished fate
billion eyes of rage project from my essence
death was placed in me, it is time to displace now
soaring on the back of a weaponed mind
looking on your life like an ill-meant pestilence
love for the disease that I call my own
I will rot in rot but I will not leave you
soaring on the back of a death-black eagle, hate
soaring on the back of a weaponized mind
I will rot in rot, I will rot in all your sympathies
your bony fingers reach
it's looming from the dark, I watched it
bind me into your feet
it comes for me over and over again
your bony fingers reach
it comes for me over and over
a loom of misery
it comes for me over and over again
feel it feed
breathe oh so slowly now
I am the God of all the people
look what you've done, your time seems lost
I sit atop my throne, your souls pour into my chest
I sit atop my throne, your souls will squeal to me in hell
to their tombs
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