On the Throne of Death

Cry - your tears are the river that feeds my insatiation
Lie - your suffering is the road to my eliberation
Deny - your twisted mind feeds blackness to my imagination
Die - your decadent soul is the key to my salvation.

On the throne of Death I served so well,
Leader of horrors no one would ever tell,
Standing up for my fiends, fighting for my belief -
I am the demon that feeds upon your grief.

Day by day and night by night
I severed angels in their flight
And Heaven cried as angels sung
Like tattered rag-dolls hung.

On the throne of Death I ruled them all,
Catching wretched sinners in their anguished fall,
No man nor demon, no devil nor god dared to
Question my decisions, for reasons all knew.

Cry - your tears are the river that feeds my insatiation
Lie - your decadent soul is the key to my salvation
Deny - your twisted mind feeds blackness to my imagination
Die - this is just the beginning of a demon's confession.