I live covered in the dwells of sorrows
Under the rule of ungrateful rodents
That proclaim me the king
Yet I see through their fallacy
In depths of eradication
The simple creatures
Soon to have their ruin

For a given misdoing
That harvest to the lesser
To hence Nihility
Though given their right
I plea for the touch of death
I can entrust my husk
To the river wolves
The reigning promise
To in which my body is theirs

Demanding existence to crease
My methods of sentiments
Follows the split of seldom
For which I am imprisoned
To it temptation

I am nothing to the eye of the lesser
Who bonded me with his thought
Of conception
In doing a unraveling wormhole
For i a Meer monster
Mindless with a broken serenity

Teeth of a crooked mouthed siren
That embarks eternal damnation
Of false attempt
In a dense mortal vein
The end is closer to the many
In the lost search for meaning
The pulse through the hearts of lombriz
He estates the cross of false prophet
In which I will inherit

I live covered in the dwells of sorrows
Under the rule of ungrateful rodents
That proclaim me the king
Yet I see through their fallacy
In depths of eradication

Why

I am covered in the dwells of sorrows
Under the rule ungrateful rodents
That proclaim me the king

I plea for the touch of death
I can entrust my husk

To reside it's self within me
The spawn of monstrosity
Grasping it's breath towards the sun
Born to this worlds shroud
It's mind feeble and reluctant
It begs and groans for it's purpose
To begin the husk
The Husk of man is gone
The Husk of man is gone
The Husk of man is gone