Litch

Damn
My skin is turning old
It’s hard to behold
The decadence of my gold
I’ve Spent
My whole life in my tower
Gathering all my powers
Now by time I’m devoured

Dust
Lust
Must

I’ve bound my soul to my phylactery
Oh my skull face, oh my rib cage
My grimy skin falls in dust
As I sacrifice my body
In exchange of eternity

Shit
My left arm is necrotic
The family ruby amulet
Will be the right answer
A trap
For my soul is the jewel
Disrobe me, now I’m not human
But a fanatic, so bony and cruel

I am the manifestation of the inevitable death of all things
I’m the deceiver of life, the thief of time
I have escaped the silence of the grave
Here is my kingdom, in this cathedral of bones