I reek of famine and havoc
I infest upon the masses
I choose not one but all classes
All windows sealed, doors all locked

Through these emptied streets
I strut forth, the people bends its knees
Behold my wrathful grand
As you close your folds at my command

As the living eye gazes upon me
All they could fathom is but a reflection of theirs
Reflections from irresponsible, greedy heirs
Of the thrones where they drink merrily now bare

Behold for your capital punishment
You filth of the human kind
Now with all power due to you
I put on my crown as I relish the view