"Was this all planned from the beginning?"
"Is my birth part of this game?"
I hear them sing, I hear them cheer
Do they mock, or do they spur?
Cleave my way through countless divine
Purge my way to your cathedral
Your presence and your facade smile upon me.
I feel the light burning and flaying my being
And in this rage I can't control this need to scream
"You call yourself Mother... Mother of Creation? Bleed from your Womb."
Your devirgination brings an end to further procreation
I am now the Stillborn King
Is your crying that of lamentation as you feel me ejaculating?
A smirk splits across your lips
I am now the Stillborn King.
