For Your Hateful Throne.
Held captive in hell by memories of thee, And every deceit that has befallen me. I’ll break these chains like damaged bone; Fractured clean and broken free Like a corpse flung from the throne, Cast aside cold and alone. With this blood from boiling vein, Your pain I seek in echoed refrain. I elicit the shadows in ravenous streams; The unhinged ire of fallen dark dreams! My abhorred soldiers shall win my new throne Whilst I extract my new crown and twist swollen bone! For every torment that has befallen me Will be thrust upon thee, times three! With nasty chains formed from the bone, I’ll restrain haughty might no reparation can atone! This chanted bane is most fitting for thee, As your pain will fill me with sadistic glee! So mote it be!
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