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What makes you think that you’re the only fucking one worthy of a

Throne in a kingdom of gold? Selling your soul for the fortune in lies

That you have told. False prophet of misery. Feasting on the minds of

The weak. Twisting the words of dead men to suit your perverse

Beliefs. Disciple of dishonor. Loyal heir of unjust grief. Forked

Tongue and scales for skin. You’ll never see the light of day again

King of all kings. Serpent divine. Savior of fools. Martyr to none

You will die for nothing. Father of bastards. I am the executioner

Mother of mercy, praise be to those who’ve died in vain. Whose

Glorious conquest is this? Whose failed crusade? What lucid dreams of

Destiny. You follow in your wake. The shadows of the trampled tombs

Will forever haunt your steps. A cowards life you lead. A liar and a

Thief. The despair you reap has sowed itself inside your veins. King

Of all kings. Serpent divine. Savior of fools. Martyr to none. You

Will die for nothing. Father of bastards. I am the executioner. Mother

Of mercy, praise be to those who’ve died in vain. You’ll never see the

Light of day again. False prophet of misery. Feasting on the minds of

The weak. Twisting the words of dead men to suit your perverse

Beliefs. Disciple of dishonor. Loyal heir to the unjust grief. Waiting

For your chance to be crucified on a monument of shit

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