I am the author,
Dream up your pain drink as did bacchus,
Rebel just like cain lord of the city,
I shall remain all pandemonium,
I shall reign set in my fortress
Up on my hill drinking the wine
Till I've had my fill building up high,
My castle walls oh to
Veil my splendid fall
I present you, I present to you
I present you, this crown of worms

Surrounding myself with misery drawn
Curtains heavy of my history exquisite
I am perfect unity on my left hand is false majesty I feign affection,
Refute the true story dispute with creation,
The lie is my glory i care for no-one,
My gospel is death for me the lights gone,
Only darkness is left as black in deed,
As cold as stone a commandment of one,
As proud as gold as neglected in spirit,
As time is old as legion is numbers,
As legend is told i am alone with agony of truth my power of will,

My judgement and chain
My end is knowledge and conscience of guilt
My final confusion hidden from me til I'm done

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