Текст песни King Twisted

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
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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