Master of nothing The king of crumbs Lord detritus Jester of spite brooding through life With the arrogance of a fallen God He knows not Death will be his legacy Our chosen one (our chosen one) Living in harmony through the false eyes of his memories To stimulate this atrocity for the architects of his destiny Pestilent Caesar An emperor of opulent waste The gluttonous creature with pride Seeding the lies of an overseer Hoarding his soil in the name of reverie The filth, the wrath, the piety Again and again Truth in death reveals itself And guides him through the afterlife Waltzing through the gateway (gateway) And fed to the machine Re-fabricated Souls they will take, slaves they will make absolute Death will be his legacy Our chosen one (our chosen one) Living in harmony through the false eyes of his memories To stimulate this atrocity wreathing illusion of servitude Ripping the fabric of time and space The face of God mirrored this mortal waste Beset with his tragedy, the maker itself Cloaked in human skin Reflection of a life Thought to be unique Where this spirit dwells Forced to live the lives of every human soul bathing in hell Created by his majesty Accepting this tragedy The maker itself cloaks in human skin Spawn from a womb Returning to the flesh The filth, the wrath, the piety Again and again Death of a God Master of masters Resurrects his facade Crafting a prison to contain itself, a palace to atone Verisimilitude binds the spirit king to reap what has been sown Re-fabricated Souls they will take, slaves they will make absolute Every life an effigy on the path to ascendancy Returned to the earth from mocking death to weeping birth Broken the cycle of fleeting mortality Actualization achieved through self-mutilation The chosen one