As if a declaration of war
To toil through this mortal shroud
To become the lord of lords
As I shall perish as the king of kings
Of cloven hoof, of poison fang
This cobbled path thus set ablaze
Of leather veil, of iron pall
This moon-drawn fest thus set alight

Ingesting the esoteric, mass of worlds and worlds
Absorbing the cryogenic, discipline of the barbed whip
That spears this once timid flesh,
now indluged in the grandiose profane
And with each blade drawn, I have conquered eternity

These are seeds our lives have sewn
An ode to self inflicted suffering

As if a declaration of war
To toil through this mortal shroud
To become the lord of lords
As I shall perish as the king of kings
Of cloven hoof, of poison fang
This cobbled path thus set ablaze
Of leather veil, of iron pall
This moon-drawn feast thus set alight

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