[Hook] Hecatomb bounce, light the torches now Hundred heads bowed when the villain steps down Catacomb crowd hear the weight resound Gold on the altar, don’t make a sound// Hecatomb bounce, feel the ground shake Tribute get laid at the throne I take Stone cold crown in a blood-red gown When the villain rise up, whole crypt goes down// [Verse 1] Hundred oxen turned metaphor// Hundred weak kings at the temple door// They brought their pride as the sacrifice// I tax ambition swift, sharp, precise// Laurel wreath dipped in petroleum// Torchlight flicker like pandemonium// Priestess whisper in Latin tongue// “Bow to the one that the crowd become”// Statues crack when I breathe in// History bends when I lean in// Crown carved out of ash and stone// Built my empire with my mandible bone// No gods left to appease tonight// I am the storm and the sacred rite// They chant my name, hands rise toward me// Villain baptized in the blood of enemies// [Hook] Hecatomb bounce, light the torches now Hundred heads bowed when the villain steps down Catacomb crowd hear the weight resound Gold on the altar, don’t make a sound// Hecatomb bounce, feel the ground shake Tribute get laid at the throne I take Stone cold crown in a blood-red gown When the villain rise up, whole crypt goes down// [Verse 2] No cattle low, in the midnight hall// Just the fall of the paper wall// All the titles they used to flex// Now engraved on the villain’s steps// Crowd crescendo in the candlelight// Every doubt meets the guillotine bite// This is the feast of a fallen age// And I’m the ink on the final page// Tomb door sealed but it breathe through me// Every heartbeat sound in tune, like machinery// Gravewax drip from a faceless saint// Walls perspire in a fevered paint// No livestock led to a butcher block// Just your bravado on the chopping rock// I don’t summon swift endings, I archive the fear// Patiently stack it in jars, to enjoy for the coming year// [Hook] Hecatomb bounce, light the torches now Hundred heads bowed when the villain steps down Catacomb crowd hear the weight resound Gold on the altar, don’t make a sound// Hecatomb bounce, feel the ground shake Tribute get laid at the throne I take Stone cold crown in a blood-red gown When the villain rise up, whole crypt goes down//
