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Fear and blood spill forth, a crack of my whip and a scream of pain

My name and a futile curse the last thing that will ever leave his rotting tongue

Not my first victim and not my last my work is not complete

Chaos has just begun with this worthless sack of rotting meat

I was born your Savior and your slayer, kneel before your God

My legacy of pain will forever stand the test of time

I claim my tribute in the form of blood, shed from this pack of swine

God help the man, who stands between me and what is mine

My Voice commands these Horrors, it's sound runs through their veins

As cold as ice and black as night, an echo of my sins

These shadows obey my demands, commanded by my hands, I am their Ventriloquist

I sit forever seated on my throne of gold, pulling the strings of men whose very souls I hold.

Through fear and anguish I have crushed their hopes and dreams, and in return they erect my godlike effigy

My voice commands these horrors, it's sound runs through their veins

As cold as ice and black as night, an echo of my sins

These shadows obey my demands, commanded by my hands

I am their ventriloquist

Bow down before me

Surrender your life unto me

O worship me

Pay me my tribute, in blood

I will not have pity

I will not be merciful

I am your God

My anthems blaze through the skies

With empty promises, I consume

I'll make you all my slave

Naught but shades and shadows of their former selves remain

When I am through perverting and abusing everything

When the gaping maw of Death finally swallows me

Perhaps I'll set them free, but not as long as I can still control

My voice commands these horrors, it's sound runs through their veins

As cold as ice, as black as night, an echo of my sins

These shadows obey my demands, commanded by my hands

I am their Ventriloquist