Trigger The Bloodshed The Infliction Of Tophet
As Lucifer himself reigns over, a demon possessed with control*
Forcing desecration on those who oppose him
President of death, of destruction
Denounced genocidal wishes, rush through his brain
As each, sickening action strikes the world with pain
His fixed prominence an outrage
As the first and second worlds struggle
To overthrow the false graduation
Forged with lies he stands surrounded, within a shroud of terror
His dark iron fist convulsing, grappling the throat of normality
A dictator of the underworld, conducting visions of a bleak eternity
As he annihilates the innocent, and gives them nothing to believe in
Upon his orders, hordes of minions, seek to destroy
Fracturing everything, crushing the skulls of the just
Crushing the skulls of the just
Dominantly prosecuting the people of his blood
Violating the tenacious, shattering his own rule
The incestuous angel of the dark
Tearing away, their lives, their families, their homes
Until this descentation of hell, has been exalted by the earth
Corrupting isolated infant minds, from gestation to their birth
Expecting obsequiousness, this abated fool remains strong
Whilst he rests on a fabricating bed of sin woven to cocoon
No saviour has toiled to overthrow this exasperating lord
Abdication strikes not in his mind as he intoxicates his realm
As his Godforsaken inhabitants, reminisce on rapturous halcyons
Desperately clenching precarious sanity
Anterior to, the conquest of this fiend