The cold reign of darkness
Shadows the infinite shadow
Enlisting blackness to repair the wounds
Which were successfully administered
By the cruel curse
Of life's blinding lights
Hell regurgitates devouring magma
From the dank depths
Royalty or not
You're all gonna die
Catholic or not
You're all gonna die
Once more to reclaim the throne
Ever more to claim heredity
Ownership of the dead
And all the responsibilities
Falling helpless into the hands
Of no more you
That cold lonely planet
Was never your real home
Rich man or not
You're all gonna die
President or not
You're all gonna die
There are those who defy the end
Scream and beg for more
Dragged away and destined to scream
Whims that howl in tormented storms
No rights to be
No rights to see
Your sad epitaph
Shall now read as follows
Scientist or not
You're all gonna die
Satanist or not

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