The Problem With Apocalyptic Tyranny

I reign from Hell above,

As Heaven burns below.

Apocalypta.

"Let me paint you a picture;"

Prepare to die on your fucking knees.

You were born a swine, I was born a king.

Every human in this world is a waste of air.

Thy kingdom come; your fucking end.

As above, so below;

All the worlds are burning.

Mortal all, all divine has come to save you from your

Pain and suffering you had when you were alive.

All those opposed - prepare to die.

Let the mortals sing - who will save us

Let the mortals sing - who betrayed us?

Arrogance brings upon an end;

God's wrath in a clenched fist.

The fury of the kill measures God and man.

When I kill, no God is above Me.

The fury of the kill measures you and I;

Fuck you, no you're not above Me.

Wretched tongues snake their way across the pavement,

Licking at the heels of false Gods screaming for atonement.

As your vessel erupts, a steeple burns.

I can't help but laugh and mock you in your final moments.

Let the mortals sing - who will save us

Let the mortals sing - who betrayed us?

I'm taking back my throne, let the people know

There's a new God in town.

Prepare to die as Heaven burns below.

I know the words I say won't hold much meaning,

'Cause you will never understand that every moment's fleeting.

Go talk with God; tell me what he says besides "who sent you?"

Tell him his Son is back, and his Heaven's dead.

'Cause I reign from Hell above as your

Heaven burns below.

Fuck you.

I'm deranged, enraged,

I'm crashing through your Pearly Gates.

All that's left is Gloom

All that's left is Me.