I prance on your grave… and I dance on your cremation
Your death teases my laughter… the irony. Molten irony.

Blood seeps into the soil… ashes stain the bloodline
Aristocracy reeks of shit… and lies of mutiny

Leaking like a drip on your head… this torment is like none to suffer
Your throat gargles with blood… blood of the innocence... of the purity.

Trenches in the ground make way for returns
Ravens quench their thirst in bloodthirsty rats
Infectus vena ov progenies… oculus ov nex vigilo sulum permoveo

Pick… peel… pry… open… the cyst of the monarchy
Tear… bleed… sweat… the fabric of reality.

Peons leaking blood onto the altar
Dying for a cause with their slit wrists
Screams of torment within the walls
This starts now, this contradiction… this ends now.

The echoes of your demise
None shall hear... this but thyself
Whisper in ears... one's false pretenses
Blackened roots have grown... deep into thee
Branched and oozed... be done unto thee
Seeds you have sown… now comes for thee.

I pound on your face… and I countdown your days
Your life ceases my laughter… the irony. Molten irony.

Blood is already the soil… ashes are the bloodline
Aristocracy still reeks of shit… and lies of mutiny.

Pick… peel… pry… open… the cyst of the monarchy
Tear… bleed… sweat… the fabric of reality.

Hurrah, hurrah... Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
O joyous duke… highness… honour… sir.