My Throne

Dark brooding evil force
Light is dead
We take are course
Hand in hand
We slaughter the meek
Plundering,  killing
Your all so weak
Praise me
Your dark lord and master
Time is near
Start killing faster
Brain from skull
Bone from skin
Your Suffering will just begin
Mountains of flesh
A gift for me
Continue my work
I am appeased
Blood red sky's
Will come so near
To all
I am here
Sitting
Watching
From my throne
Made of all your flesh and bone
Screams of terror
Through the night
Take heed my child
I will not bite