Dear Death, you can tell God I'll be waiting in my grave.
He can claim my soul, for whatever it's worth at the end of days.
Nail my casket shut! (x2)
I've dug myself a grave that runs way too deep,
Buried far beneath the Devil's feet.
I can feel the poison run through my veins,
Humanity has taken it's toll on me.
I have come to destroy what upholds your grace,
Slaughtering the entire human race.
This miserable existence was doomed from the start,
At the seems this stillborn species tears apart.
Dear God, I know you've seen this evil grow,
Deep within the depth of my very soul.
I am the architect of the end,
I am the artist of the dead.
A crown of earth, a halo in hell,
I am the King of Death in a perfect world!
The world will bathe in blood,
A blackened sky now consumes the sky.
(SWAG)
I am (the King of a perfect world) the King of Death, in a perfect world!
I am the architect of the end, I am the artist of the dead.
Once this world is up in flames I will finally rest in my grave.
Once I have destroyed the world that God has created, may he do what he wants with my soul.
I am the King of Death in a perfect world!

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