He’s been a legend whispered in the dark, A thousand years, yet still he bears the mark. Split into pieces, hidden in the bone, Waiting for a vessel to claim as his throne. You think you can cage him? You think you can tame? Call the backup, call the cavalry, The scene is going to blow, it's getting messy. He is the halo in the breath of mystic death, With twenty fingers reaching out to stop your breath! No "right," no "wrong" in the palm of his hand, Just the blood that he spills on this desolate land. He’s tasted the era of sorcerers and kings, He’s felt the sharp sting that a true battle brings. You’re just a matchbox flirting with a flame! He doesn’t need a reason, doesn’t need a why, He just likes the look of the fear in your eye. To him, you are insects, you’re cattle, you’re prey, He’ll slice through the fabric of your brightest day. Here comes the strongest, the hero of the future, Yet he smiles wide, looking too satisfied. A firm step on the ground, never bending over, More than arms... his "World" opens wide! No "right," no "wrong" in the palm of his hand, Just the blood that he spills on this desolate land. He’s tasted the era of sorcerers and kings, He’s felt the sharp sting that a true battle brings. But none of you reach him, none of you stand, You’re crumbling like castles built into the sand. Step into his garden, step into his SHRINE, Everything living was destined as mine! No "right," no "wrong" in the palm of his hand, Just the blood that he spills on this desolate land. He’s tasted the era of sorcerers and kings, He’s felt the sharp sting that a true battle brings. Don’t look so surprised. You invited me in. The boy was the door, but I am the sin. Four arms to crush you, two faces of dread, A mountain of skulls where I lay down my head. Open your eyes... look at the king. And I didn’t come to rule—I came to feast.
