Blood of wounds, fill the streets
Her tears sorrow, saturate dry wells
My sicken flesh, carries our burden
My cross to bare, for my sins
-crown me i am godlike-
Now will reign, over the decay
The sun will burn, my kingdom of dust
All my subjects, slaves to machine
My throne is bleak, i inherit hell
-crown me i am godlike-
Blood of wounds, will fill the streets
Her tears sorrow, saturate dry wells
My sicken flesh, carries our burden
My cross to bare, for my sins
-crown me i am godlike-