The Funeral Song

Drenched in filthy blood, I walk alone
 Fatal perversion, legacy I have bourne
 Ruining the dreams of celestial light
 I shape the system into cynical sight
 Curving the bullet into glory playmatz
 Throwing open necropolis' gates
 Strewing world with ashened dead face
 Protest is the name of loser's race
 Walking on the path strewn with blood
 Drenching society in poisonous flood
 I paint my kingdom of dead soul
 Hail tyrannic wrath take thy toll
 Strewing world with ashened dead face
 Protest is the name of loser's race
 Curving the bullet into glory playmatz
 Throwing open necropolis's gates
 Ruining the dreams of celestial light
 I shape the system into cynical sight
 Pipers hellish tune churning the throng
 I smile penning down the funeral song
 Walking on the path strewn with blood
 Drenching society in poisonous flood
 I paint my kingdom of dead soul
 Hail tyrannic wrath take thy toll