Tears of forgotten lives shattered upon my cenotaph
A monument frozen in time!
For as Infinihility called upon me
I chose to secede from my realm
In favour of the permanent throne
Once caught in a spectral existence
I tasted death’s own kingdom
And never would I have

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 t

Alienated
Cast into the spiraling realms of deceit, I sought an asylum
A barren burrow, a place to keep
The embodiments of my twisted phantasms
Evolve and to emerge once ripe

As the labyrinthine shadows sway in reminiscence upon
The sharp walls within this austere abyss

Entranced by the mists of disease
We rest our eyes upon the Monarch
The apparent true claimant of the crown
Sowing grains of comprehension
That an unworthy heir is to reign beyond the grave
A possible tale forgotten and buried?
A long lost wisdom of treachery?
A table

Door shut behind back, stopped dead in his tracks
The Majesty grins as He listens to the anguished fool
Trying to repent for past betrayals
But to seek atonement is to grasp for nothingness
Useless filth! With negligence thou hast trodden!

Chains rattled, casket closed

Forged by death
Lurid rumours reach our ears; of a crown so dismal
Stowed away within the cavities of this world
Sealed behind emerald gates
Claimed by a thronekeeper wrapped in wither

Far beyond oblivion’s shores
We have ventured in search of the chasm
And along th

Another year spent in exile
Esurient for the taste of the vein, wretched in my form
I have crawled through the world within a moulted skin deluded by my kin!
Now a stench of guilt spreads through the air as they witness the rising of the one once dethroned

My negligent follower

Come forth!
Enter my palace, carved in the very spine of Earth
Pilgrims have descended far on their journey to curse me
Tread to me and kneel!
All, align to the procession
Crawling in my dominion of flies: Lies
Here dies the resistance of the befouled Messiah

Protes

I rise from my palace of turmoil
It all ends here, with mind fixed on the culmination of an era
To never end

I rise!
I rise with a smouldering goblet
A toast to havoc and abhorrent futures
Chalice held high, I pour its emerald innards down my throat
Tasting its lucu