King Twisted - Noumena

Hatred is my sceptre, instrument of doom

Armor made of cruelty, inhuman tortured misery

Deception’s woven into my cape, I wrap betrayal around

On my throne I sit and moan and wear the crown of decadence

Have I found myself, have I seen the closer glimpse of truth

I ain’t even slipping yet, I’ve got white soul to denigrate

With ravens I am glutting gore and one pound of putrid flesh

Only things defiling me are words no more no less

Long is the way and hard that out of light leads down to hell

There is something holding me it won’t let go of my filthy shell

I will blind their eyes, sew up their liar mouths

Seal the coffin of the living dead and wait for rotten corpse

Oh, how hard I have to try to ruin myself?

Dedication for the twisted salvation

Exhausting me, still I must mutilate on and on

I can’t even know myself, if I haven’t tasted some blood