Strangle the king
And the slaves will vanish
Stabbing wildly
Until man is no more
Strangle the king
Wield the blade until no breath is heard
Crushing the duality of life
Trampling all creation's spawn
In every aspect eradication throned
Each corner cleansed with fire
In the midst of tombs and branches dead
Beneath the weeping heaven’s cries
Turning to behold what birth denied
And piss in the ashes of aeons man roamed
Of aeons man roamed
Strangle the king
And his herd will starve
Let them find their end
On impotent ground
Strangle the king
And his herd will starve
Their bones adorn our victory
Our victory

May my words be famine, suffering and fright
May curses follow steps I take
In the heart of all I craft
The pulse is born so far beyond their pallid dream
Twisting the bones in impossible ways
Leaving scars beneath the scars
Strangle the king
And his kingdom ’ll fall
Turn to nothing
Their shelters built of sand
Strangle the king
And his kingdom ‘ll fall
All their efforts do succumb to naught
Let me be the flame that swallows worlds
As their bane I stand
May my works be plagues, woes and blight
Born opposer of all you hold so dear
May curses follow each step that I may take