Thine King Weeps for Mercy

We raise our swords and drive them through our enemy
They are moving too fast for all of us to see
Nothing can save you now
Not even power from the Gods

I burn your world
Your flesh crackles and pops
From solid to liquid
You're a being with no shape
We must consume the king's divine essence
The Gods will weep as we take the heavens

I will strike down my foes, leaving only bones
You're a being with no shape
I will slice through their throats, desecrate thine throne
Dying alone

We raise our swords and drive them through our enemy
They are moving to fast for all of us to see
Nothing can save you now
Not even power from the Gods

Feed on anything that has a soul
And their bodies will be mauled in half
More than one ripe body will be blessed before this vile feast
We take this throne to conjure the final army
Your flesh has paid
Your soul now will belong to me