Schismatic 歌词

I would love nothing more than to savor The sweet stench of your decomposing soma Subsidized and occupied by the Worms and swarms that feed on your failure Aftermath of consequence Conquered by your own regret One last thing to do Before this is my accomplishment I bring the end of your rule With bloody requisite The death of tyrants At the hands of the schismatic At first you plead for mercy, Then you beg for death Terror until this moment, Despised until your last breath The rage, the wrath, the terror Simply monolithic and unmeasured Inflicted with pure intensity And without any sense of mercy Until i was alone, knee deep in blood Removed from myself, swept with the flood To see you laid to rest In a grave manifest With your eulogy written in your own blood And this stink reeks of this vengeance