Thunder of lungs, masses screaming below,
empire of ruin decayed from within.
I, lucifer's pawn, long lost in shadow.
No delay, time for the end to begin.
A king among kings, I sit on my throne.
The revolting masses swarm and draw near.
Weighing my options: below me is stone,
with the long fall at deaths door I appear.
The ground beneath my feet is grown of blood,
fractured crown in the mess, soon forgotten.
The devil was then laid out with a thud,
now I did rule all fallow and rotten.
With no one left to stand against my will,
in through the pearly gates my wrath shall spill.