My cloven tongue speak such words of silk, Irresistible
I sow dreams, lies they will want to swallow, they give while I
Collect. Affection, pleasures so forbidden only the strong can
Withstand and endure.
Predatorily instincts, find the right type of lust. Needed for my
Cause I contract scavengers, beggars, murderers and whores.
The scum of this earth is to be the foundation of my ascent
Feed my glory, my wisdom now.
By a power strong and intense I've been selected. To concur and
Seduce, once a pawn but soon to rule in glory divine,
In glory divine.
With my serpent eyes I acquire love and with the strongest hands
Demand all obedience. A thousand lives for one
Freely given through their pain I'll reap what I have planted in
This sour soil. And my grave will shed light upon the forsaken.
The Icon in my own congregation I am. I enter my podium
Encircled by outcasts. My apostles and lovers all those
Cheerful faces. Hysterically laughing their way through
This hymn to my person.
By a thousand deaths fulfilled.
Solo: Karlsson
When I open my mouth to speak they'll engulf my words life
Dogs, screaming. Shouting prayers directed towards the one and
I, whom are far superior.
I taste the energy flowing from a thousand naked, beaten creeps,
Sweaty limbs entwined. A mass of feasting flesh, Individuality at
Last abandoned.
Differences erased as my children adjoin through blood and
Bondage. Entangled, thousands turned to one. A collective mind
Under my control lead by my will, kneeled before me
By a thousand deaths fulfilled