The silence spoke to me, coiled in the debris of my freedom
With a withered tongue reborn from the lair of the serpent
A tale of tablets of treachery nested deep in skeletal cavities
And rivers of wisdom filled to the brim with a crimson flow
Cursed to the flesh, still shackled to weakened strings of skin
I went through a reversal of principles!
Written in crimson - the elixiration of suffering
Written in emerald - the consumption of suns
Written in black - the putrefaction of spines
An ancient scripture on a ruined altar
Foretold the path to the crown; to be won through palter
Falsehood, deception, guile;
Bestowed upon me were all means to defile!
Now, with the wisdom of treachery
Embedded in my skeletal cavities,
Calamity over the world will crawl
As I inflict my visions upon those to fall cursed to the flesh
Worn thin, I shed my skin to reveal nothingness within
For I have seen the future beckoning me
With its withered claws of ruin
I shred my skin
Mutilation King...
Lacerated Lord of Solitude
The blood in the chalice of man my snakeoil will dilute...
Future in sight...
(I reentered this dismal realm) with eyes on wilt and blight!
I bleed a restless river to drown the claimants of the crown
The world I'll bring down, the sun I will gulp; all light I'll devour
Devour...
In my royal water, humanity is to dissolve... washed down my indulging crater...
But first I must dwell within the earth and cultivate my lies... spread them with the flies...