Upon the darkest of thrones the true God is visible The filthy sound of ten thousand necro morbid deaths Smear my body with your destructive visions death Writhe in my bastard hellish tormented ego Soak my veins in alcohol Create the beast behind these armored walls I shall not let others in So pure the race So cold but we tormented know We know so fucking well Not to hide yet to stay underground You sit upon the darkest of thrones Yet still remain as miserable, as necro As evil, as hungry, as I