Was this all planned from the beginning
Is my birth part of this game
I hear them sing, I hear them cheer
Do they mock or do they spur
Cleave my way through countless divine
Purge my way to your cathedral
Your presence and your façade smile upon me.
I feel the light burning and flaying my being
And in this rage I can't control this need to scream
You call yourself Mother... Mother of Creation
Bleed from your womb
Your devirgination brings an end to further procreation
I am now the stillborn king
Is your crying that of lamentation as you feel me ejaculating
A smirk splits across your lips
I am now the stillborn king