I am the author, dream up your pain

Drink as did Bacchus, rebel just like Cain

Lord of the city, I shall remain

All pandemonium, I shall reign

Sit in my fortress, up on my hill

Drinking the wine, 'til I've had my fill

Building up high, my castle walls

Oh, to veil my splendid fall



I present you, I present to you,

I present you this crown of worms



Surrounding myself with mysery

Drawn curtains heavy of my history

Exquisite I am, perfect unity

On my left hand is false majesty

I feign affection, refute the true story

Dispute with creation, the lie is my glory

I care for no one, my gospel is death

For me the light's gone, only darkness is left



I present you, I present to you,

I present you this crown of worms



As black in deed, as cold as stone

As neglected in spirit, as time is old

As legion is numbers, as legend is told

I am alone, with the agony of truth

My power of will, my judgment and chain

My end is knowledge and conscience of guilt,

My final confusion hidden from me till I'm done