Fit for a King

Crawling underneath the dead Why can't you be spared With all your self-contempt Seeking a world where time stands still Where illwill rules Commanding fools Collect your prize Unworldly vice You're rotting flesh No more no less A living thing Fit for a king Hiding in the sewers Redemption in misery Today there's a cost for ambition Too high for man to pay With broken wings Fit for a king The world has spread It's carrying death You're rotting flesh No more no less A living thing Fit for a king Breaking through the surface Straight into the furnace Rising from the ashes Entering the flames The flames! Enter rotting flesh You're rotting flesh No more no less A living thing Fit for a king You're rotting flesh No more no less A living thing Fit for a king

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025