The Mighty Will Fall

Your Inescapable Doom Mortal Flesh Is Weak You Exist Only to Amuse Your Own Face Mocks You Bow to My Command Imprison This Insolent Wretch The Dead Shall Serve Your Plans Mean Nothing For Each of You, a Gift Rot Like the Scum You Are Feed the Machine A Display of My Dark Power Rotted Ones, Lay Siege Know Naught but Fire I Will Savor Your Agony Which of You Burns Brightest? You Will Know True Suffering Chaos Is My Plaything Introductions Are in Order Surrender Your Thoughts