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