Die
Sorcerers of blackened obsolescence
Horrid mind, a labyrinth for worms
Putrefying words spewed down into their hands
And thrown upon a canvas of repugnance
Screaming
Seeking
Dreaming
Believing
They are the first to die
They are the first to die
No odin up in their empty sky
They are the first to die
The loudest and the ugliest voices crash down
A crescendo of ego stroked vomit
Masters of nothing save their own hyperbole
"Wolves" that are all bark and no bite
Screaming
Seeking
Dreaming
Believing
They are the first to die
They are the first to die
No odin up in their empty sky
They are the first to die
Self-proclaimed masters
Abominations in the eyes
Those whom they are pledged to
Their dead kings scoff from the grave
Lunatics of a dirty breed
Designing their kingdom from scraps
And those dead kings sigh
"You would have been the first to die"
The first in line
They are the first to die
They are the first to die
No odin up in their empty sky
They are the first to die
