Among Worms It Was Whispered

Tears of forgotten lives shattered upon my cenotaph
A monument frozen in time!
For as Infinihility called upon me
I chose to secede from my realm
In favour of the permanent throne
Once caught in a spectral existence
I tasted death’s own kingdom
And never would I have thought
It would leave me craving more
And so I made it my mission to seek far and beyond
For what the prophecies all left out, buried aeons ago
But little did it bother me for of the soil oh, was I fond

And among worms it was whispered
That what is dead cannot be conquered!

Draggling through the mud of distant times
Were the words that spoke of a despair
Brought by a tyrant King destined to disperse

They spoke of a Sun
Swallowed and buried in the wake of the tomb
But they spoke of no cure for the corrosion of what I shun!
No, not a word of the restoration of the essence of man
No remedy for my treachery

Crawling through the deep tombs with the restless
Fueled by the purest loathe for existence
I then and there knew my future
To unfurl a cruel reign of depression

In a moment of clarity I could see the future
Of the world that was to be
I was to bestow upon the world the fate to be one with the worm
Yes, I was destined to benight the earth
And with my voice of lacerated sedation
I'd sing the world my last lamentation of this life so futile

Under my dismal crown, eternally
The foul will emerge in search of their Messiah!
With the wake of the tomb comes
The slumber of The Withered King
And the masses will drown in the tears of their forgotten lives
But no tears of mine will ever
Shatter upon the dying earth, slowly consumed by time
For as Infinihility gulps away at the rotting remains
Of my ever despaired reign
I’ll oblige to the condemnation of this memory and disperse