I've come down from heaven,
To set your souls on fire,
My unfulfilled desire,
To watch you burn away.

I'm the king of you,
Bow down at my knees,
I like to hear your pleas,
It fuels my pent-up rage.

In the off-red lighting,
I am here ruling for pay,
Nobody can take my today,
Don't mess with me.

When soldiers come marching,
Will you all scream and run?
Or will you sit and just be done?
I'm not nice but neither are you.

I'm the king of you,
Bow down at my knees,
I like to hear your pleas,
It fuels my pent-up rage.