Tears of forgotten lives shattered upon my cenotaph,
a monument frozen in time!
For as Infinihility called upon me
I chose to secede from my realm,
in favour of the permanent throne
Once caught in a spectral existence
I tasted death’s own kingdom
and never would I have thought
it would leave me craving more…
and so I made it my mission to seek far and beyond
for what the prophecies all left out, buried aeons ago…
but little did it bother me for of the soil oh, was I fond…
…and among worms it was whispered
that what is dead cannot be conquered!
Draggling through the mud of distant times,
were the words that spoke of a despair
brought by a tyrant King destined to disperse
They spoke of a sun,
swallowed and buried in the wake of the tomb…
but they spoke of no cure for the corrosion of what I shun!
No, not a word of the restoration of the essence of man
No remedy for my treachery
Crawling through the deep tombs with the restless,
fueled by the purest loathe for existence,
I then and there knew my future:
to unfurl a cruel reign of depression
In a moment of clarity I could see the future
of the world that was to be
I was to bestow upon the world the fate to be one with the worm
Yes, I was destined to benight the earth…
and with my voice of lacerated sedation
I’d sing the world my last lamentation of this life so futile…
Under my dismal crown, eternally,
the foul will emerge in search of their Messiah!
With the wake of the tomb comes
the slumber of The Withered King
and the masses will drown in the tears of their forgotten lives…
but no tears of mine will ever
shatter upon the dying earth, slowly consumed by time,
for as Infinihility gulps away at the rotting remains
of my ever despaired reign
I’ll oblige to the condemnation of this memory and disperse…