King

The lower species are casted aside
Torn from limb from limb, eaten alive
Obliterated, reborn in purgatory
Disfigured and mutilated
Nothing but mutated carcasses

Some call me the vulture
Some call me the reaper
I prey on the fallen
For that's my calling

But these subject's
These rejects, these defects
Of the mortal realm
They do not deserve my presence
I am much more, than a dead essence
I was made for such great things

"How do I relieve myself from these lesser being's?
I need a vessel, I need a portal"

A simple ritual won't be enough
The connection between us has to be tough
A gateway bounded by flesh and blood
Created by a lost soul
That's fallen from earth

The host thinks it can fight me
Such an insignificant being
I will tear apart it's mind
I will make it mine

I'll get inside of your head
Make you wish you we were dead
Preaching to false idols
That aren't even there
Heaven can't save you from me
May your soul fall with the unknown
And your body embody my thrown
I am the keeper of the forgotten
Chewed up, spat out
And left rotting
Here you will find everlasting peace

Don't resist me
Just accept me
My power is all surrounding
I am king

You are my means of escape, my only faith
So, relieve me from these chains
Let me, be free



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Conroy
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