Master of nothing
The king of crumbs
Lord detritus
Jester of spite brooding through life
With the arrogance of a fallen God
He knows not

Death will be his legacy
Our chosen one (our chosen one)
Living in harmony through the false eyes of his memories
To stimulate this atrocity for the architects of his destiny

Pestilent Caesar
An emperor of opulent waste
The gluttonous creature with pride
Seeding the lies of an overseer

Hoarding his soil in the name of reverie
The filth, the wrath, the piety
Again and again

Truth in death reveals itself
And guides him through the afterlife

Waltzing through the gateway (gateway)
And fed to the machine
Re-fabricated
Souls they will take, slaves they will make absolute

Death will be his legacy
Our chosen one (our chosen one)
Living in harmony through the false eyes of his memories
To stimulate this atrocity wreathing illusion of servitude

Ripping the fabric of time and space
The face of God mirrored this mortal waste
Beset with his tragedy, the maker itself
Cloaked in human skin

Reflection of a life
Thought to be unique
Where this spirit dwells
Forced to live the lives of every human soul bathing in hell
Created by his majesty
Accepting this tragedy
The maker itself cloaks in human skin

Spawn from a womb
Returning to the flesh
The filth, the wrath, the piety
Again and again

Death of a God
Master of masters
Resurrects his facade

Crafting a prison to contain itself, a palace to atone
Verisimilitude binds the spirit king to reap what has been sown
Re-fabricated
Souls they will take, slaves they will make absolute

Every life an effigy on the path to ascendancy
Returned to the earth from mocking death to weeping birth
Broken the cycle of fleeting mortality
Actualization achieved through self-mutilation
The chosen one