SON OF DESIRE

Suffer the masses who feed on his scraps.

It doesn't matter how many he traps.

They cannot see that his gospel is filth.

He sends his armies to gain more wealth.

Son of desire.

Controlled by demons with suits and ties.

Foolishly thinking that they tell no lies.

Forced to cater to his vengeful needs.

Regardless of how many will bleed

Son of desire.

He sleeps in his throne room with his dogs and fools.

He hasn't known true men since his fathers ruled.

Weakened backs shatter from the weight of his pride.

But his jesters are demons. In his ears they have lied.

Son of desire.