My mind fills with torment and suffering 

 Watching my world corrode 

 I shall create a race of slaves to harvest 

 Fusing our blood with this simian and a soul 

 To serve our every wish and request 

 They stand forth and call me God 

 Know your master, worship and obey 

 I shall protect you from the fallen one whose wish is to enslave 

 What a horrible mistake to leave them all alone 

 They dwell in the garden seeking the knowledge of our throne 

 Devising a plan to devour the fruit in its whole 

 This blasphemy must be punished, Demolish their souls 

 Strike them down with lightning 

 Quakes will crumble their homes 

 Soak them with flames ever burning 

 This atrocity will drown in a cascade of death 

 Nothing is left, Just remains of their flesh 

 This is a time of great agony 

 This is a time of misfortune and pain 

 Affliction is now upon us 

 But my creation will serve and obey 

 Worshipers of the shining serpent 

 Will reap the fruits of my dismay 

 Praise must given, exalt unto me 

 No harm will be done to thee, as long as I breathe 

 I am the creator from a golden throne I lead 

 I am the chosen Promethean King 

 

 (Solo M. Pugh) 

 (Solo M. Low) 

 (Solo M. Pugh) 

 

 I am everlasting, never question my rule 

 It is my will to sustain their lives 

 You have the heart of a fool 

 You have grown weak and forgiving 

 Crush them all with no sign of regret 

 Enemies of our heavenly alliance 

 Must pay for their sins with death 

 

 (Solo M. Low) 

 

 Enemies of the golden throne must pay with their death 

 I am the king of all kings 

 You are blinded by rage and ignorance 

 These mortals must not be our enemies