Raise the texts of morality
Where the loathsome and vacuous nest
Shower its delusions with misery
Smear its every
inhibition with filth
Hearts once open now blackened
Fists where hands were once outstretched
Have no mercy for the
wretched
Tread the path of eminence
Drunk from the cistern of mediocrity
Content to be blindly led
Butcher these thralls
that obstruct me
In my descent into eminence
Victory or defeat lies in our hands alone
True salvation lies within
Uphold
this birthright with an iron fist
Compassion is the vice of kings
Bask in pride and infamy
Welter in the pleasures of the
flesh
For sin pathed the road to paradise
That descends into eminence
Warped by the path of perversity
I see everything in
shades of black and red
Flames burn away all impurities
For the descent into eminence