The Problem with Apocalyptic Tyranny (Explicit)

I reign from Hell above

As Heaven burns below

Apocalypta

“Let me paint you a picture”

Prepare to die on your fucking knees

You were born a swine, I was born a king

Every human in this world is a waste of air

Thy kingdom come; your fucking end

As above, so below

All the worlds are burning

Mortal all, all divine has come to save you from your

Pain and suffering you had when you were alive

All those opposed - prepare to die

Let the mortals sing - who will save us

Let the mortals sing - who betrayed us?

Arrogance brings upon an end

God’s wrath in a clenched fist

The fury of the kill measures God and man

When I kill, no God is above Me

The fury of the kill measures you and I

Fuck you, no you’re not above Me

Wretched tongues snake their way across the pavement

Licking at the heels of false Gods screaming for atonement

As your vessel erupts, a steeple burns

I can't help but laugh and mock you in your final moments

Let the mortals sing - who will save us

Let the mortals sing - who betrayed us?

I’m taking back my throne, let the people know

There’s a new God in town

Prepare to die as Heaven burns below

I know the words I say won't hold much meaning

'Cause you will never understand that every moment’s fleeting

Go talk with God; tell me what he says besides “who sent you?”

Tell him his Son is back, and his Heaven’s dead

'Cause I reign from Hell above as your

Heaven burns below

Fuck you

I'm deranged, enraged

I'm crashing through your Pearly Gates

All that's left is Gloom

All that's left is Me