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