The Rotten King

The death of mankind is slowly approaching
The blind believers lead the mass
Our ignorance will be our demise

Bow to me
I am the reason for your misery
Infecting the weak and spreading religious hypocrisy
I am the false creator
But my minions still follow my way
The blind lead the blind, hiding filth in diguise
The rotten king will rise

You can't run
Your time has come to serve the rotten king
You can't talk
Your mouth sewn from the inside out
He cleaves a new path right infront of our eyes
As a result of religious superstition forged on lies
This is the last and only call to repent
The spineless, mindless follow ill intent
Hell has its plan of evil, we will all be burned
If we have not chosen to bow down and call him a God

Bow to me
I am the reason for your misery
Infecting the weak and spreading religious hypocrisy
I am the false creator
But my minions still follow my way
The blind lead the blind, hiding filth in diguise
No one will be left alive

The rotten king will rise
King of torment, your pain and all your suffering
Will no longer be based on a book of lies
The foundation of your belief, will crumble at my feet
This is what we get for mindlessly following like we cannot see
Now he may feed upon the rest of humanity

The death of mankind is slowly approaching
While the blind believers lead the mass
Your final hour awaits, lifeless servants of earth

I am the end of everything you once had known
Dismembered bodies construct my throne
I am the end of everything you once had known
Dismembered bodies construct my throne