I am, the divine version of reality
A vision, without hope or indignity
I cant trust you'll give in on your second time, this is the time of your resurrection
I am the dead king
It is time to harvest these filthy f*cking humans
It is rumored that its time to kill the dead king
When his traitors show their putrid hate against me
I cant let these followers get to the dead king
For he is just a demon within me
It is rumored that its time to kill the dead king
His disciples tied me up and tried to kill me
I wont let them get to the dead king
I wish they rather see the light that is within me
I am, the divine version of reality
A vision, without hope or indignity
I cant trust you'll give in on your second time, this is the time of your ruination
Blood
Blood of my enemy
Your wounds, aren't healing
Try a new fallacy
Your words, are fading
Blood of my enemy
Try to escape from me
Harvest everything in sight
The only ones to suffer here are condemned to endless pain and remember nothing but
Torturous hell
It's time to harvest
I think its time we move on with subject 9, harvest the humans
Server the heads, of the coalition,that we have with the f*cking traitor allies
Its our time to take over this f*cking world, with our army of the undead
We will live and strive for a better future after this day of reckoning