I crawled out kicking and screaming, born from the fires of a Dragon’s throat
My tongue created the blasphemy of which all demons spoke
My entrails are lined with sulfur, my heart pumps mercury
Fear provides me a humble bliss and anger shelters me
Upon your belly you shall go
And dust shall you eat all of your days
You shall be the lowest form of life
Cursed you’ll be until you meet your grave
By my hand I impale the remorseful king
And by my fires I purged his soul
Remarking as the ember quenched
Thus your crown is scorched and dull
Upon your belly you shall go
Crawling helplessly all of your days
You are the lowest form of life
You shall receive none of my praise
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
I crawled out kicking and screaming, born from the fires of a Dragon’s throat
My tongue created the blasphemy of which all demons spoke
My entrails are lined with sulfur, my heart pumps mercury
Fear provides me a humble bliss and anger shelters me
Upon your belly you shall go
And dust shall you eat all of your days
You shall be the lowest form of life
Cursed you’ll be until you meet your grave
By my hand I impale the remorseful king
And by my fires I purged his soul
Remarking as the ember quenched
Thus your crown is scorched and dull
Upon your belly you shall go
Crawling helplessly all of your days
You are the lowest form of life
You shall receive none of my praise
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