Ossein Larcenist

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 followers who fed me with fraudulence shall
Savour the taste of my writhing tongue
Slithering through their each and every mind!
Feed on my snakeoil - adhere to the impure
Bask, relish the lunar light piercing the blackened sky
Consume my snakeoil in the light of my return

Unseen, obscured
The shadows I have allured
Benighted years fueled my scorn for the veins from which I was born

Now I’ve undergone a sophistic mortification of flesh
An exaltation through the secret of elixiration
I’ve been deluded and scorned by my servants
But nourished and arose to reclaim my crown
Hidden in plain sight, concealed from observants
I’ll welcome the world to the realm of the Emerald King!

SchtésKs’Theii Ich’honoo
To be one with Nihil!

After another year spent in exile, esurient for the taste of the vein
Wretched in my form, I have emerged from the sewers of a worn out shell
After a decennary coiled, I have risen from the bones of my precursor
With an instinct to breed the extinct

My followers bestial, behold my deformity!
Humanity shall savour the taste of a serpent's tongue
Oh, feed on my snakeoil - be one with the impure
Ossein larcenist, risen from the bones of my precursor
I left behind a moulted skin
Soon I’ll lead the way as the Emerald King!