You’re All Gonna Die

The cold reign of darkness-shadows
The infinite shadow
Enlisting blackness to repairthe wounds
Which were succesfully administered
By the cruel curse of life's-blinding lights
Hell regurgitates devouring magma from
The dank depths

Royalty or not you're all gonna die
Catholic or not you're all gonna die

Once more to reclaim the throne-ever
More to claim heredity
Ownership of the dead and
All the responsibilities
Falling helpless into the hands
Of no-more you that cold lonely planet was
Never your real home

Rich man or not you're all gonna die
President or not you're all gonna die

There are those who defy the
End-scream and beg for more
Dragged away and destined to scream
Whims that howl in tormented storms
No rights to be no rights to see
Your sad epitaph shall now read as follows

Scientist or not you're all gonna die
Satanist or not