Rage After Death

[Intro] A mighty Primeape thrives on rage alone. Shaped by the only thing he's ever known. Fists that strangle it's very soul. Unable to recover the life it's anger stole. Detached and distant it always grew... The fury that it lives by will be the fury that ends it too... --- [Verse One] Primal rival, marauder of his domain... He's grown insane by the trauma to its brain. Primeape may be strong but he's nearly out of time. Because the greatest fall follows the higher you climb. That's how they live...but they see no end after they die. Imagine you can only die when rage is at an all time high. But that's just the law of the jungle...code of the king. So many years he reigned supreme, oh how that shattered pride must sting. Mankey would be wise if they chose to never evolve... Just think of all the issues that would preemptively solve. Damn...it gives me the chills just imagine how this beast feels? A lifespan depending on calm but any potential calm their rage steals. CRACK...SNAP...SWOOSH!!! Shit not now, let the beast be at peace. But this is the moment in which his life must tragically cease... --- [Chorus] Jungle juggernaut doomed to crush his soul within his fist. The very same he lived by... Such a tragic fucking twist... Heart rate critical and getting worse, just about to burst within his chest. Putting his high milage life through the ultimate test. Primeape collapses, coughs, then gasps...his roar reduced to a fragile rasp. It wasn't fear as his time elapsed, it was something he just couldn't grasp. Lifeless breath, embracing death, but his end was just the start. He wasn't gone yet he wasn't here...his body and soul won't split apart. --- [Verse Two] He thought that death would cool the fire, quell the hell inside his brain... Thought death was the end of a life spent in violence and pain... It was only the end to the life he spent counting down the days. But it hadn't cured this undying rage, it never stopped his violent ways. In death his rage refined, like the chill of death and furies flame had combined. Amplified the wrath that owns his mind the very rage that made him blind. This titan once ruled with an iron fist now by oppression with bloody hands. He once fought to defend his land now kills for reasons nobody understands. It's like he hungers to kill but can't seem to satisfy the craving. Now he's past any point in which there was hope worth saving. Just cold rage and the urge to fucking annihilate... Caught between life and death fueled by undying hate. --- [Chorus] Those in his kingdom run while he kills the ones that couldn't escape. All fear the dawn of this tyrannical phantom king...ALL FEAR ANNIHILAPE! None for saw the ways the kind might change... Just felt that his own rage was his fall seemed a little strange. Protection became oppression just after his unholy possession. Now his kingdom is littered in the dead for killing is now his obsession. Living and dead, his flesh is cold but his soul never fled. Every creature that used to bow now dread the king instead. --- [Outro] Why did this fate befall this primal once respected king? To what sin paved the way and welcomed this wicked thing? Can he ever see true death or has he officially defied the end? For now and forever he destroys the jungle he once fought to defend... No one is safe...none can escape... ALL WILL DIE BY THE HANDS OF ANNIHILAPE!!!! ...none Left To Toast The Host... ...none left to crown the ghost... ...all hail this phantom king... ...none left to kiss the ring... ...broken bodies who failed to escape... ...SLAIN BY THE RAGE FIST OF ANNIHILAPE!!! GRRRR...ANNIHILAPE!!! ALL...FEAR...THE...KING!!! LONG LIVE THE DEATH OF ANNIHILAPE!!!