And when you pay in your death, you shall be revived
The Hellhound merged worlds so he can never die
The mortals, the monsters, you all sing
Hail to the King
Get on your knees and bow to me
Do you want to die for nothing?
Fucking hail to the King
When over is thy reign
You will all remember my name
A kingdom needs a king and a queen
And with all this misanthropy I think we're a perfect fit
Let the tyranny begin, here comes the thunder
Samsara ignites the flames of an ancient throne
Throw fire, throw stone, the crushing of the bones
Mortality has never quite been in my grasp
But I'll make sure you'll all feel it when I clap my hands
Three worlds kneeling isn't enough for me
7 billion living, dead, and the inbetween
This isn't Heaven, nor Hell, this is my tyranny
A parting of the clouds brings us a figure
To challenge the king of his throne, of his claim
The Narrator who paved a way for the Trinity
Paints the final picture for you all to see
Streets are overrun with minions of the King
Darkness casts a shadow, hope is quickly dwindling
These worlds were never meant to merge till I was ready to reign
Your claim to the throne is feign
For I am the one who set the apocalyptic clock
I gave you keys to the gates knowing you'd all fuck up
The King screams
I choose who lives or dies
My power is everything
Pathetic
Quickly cast aside in the pale light
A king and queen fall, like they were pawns all along
Horrified, the Narrator reveals his true name
Baphicho, King of the First Reign
Oh Sun, so silent
You showed us the heavens
But at the summit of our divine
We see a mountain inverted; a lie
Now the skies deep red
Encircled with anger
Collapse upon the world does
An evil, fallen from its manger
Or is it rising to an apocalyptic climax?
As the ground is scorched by the blood
The skin of the earth; stripped off its back
The Hand of the King
Fools gold as it were
Has torn the boundaries of God's will
To form a new world
The voice of Narration
Prologues the last tale
I am not a man, but a God
The First Gloom, King Baphicho
