Texty: Venom. You're All Gonna Die.

The cold reign of darkness
Shadows the infinite shadow
Enlisting blackness to repair the wounds
Which were successfully administered

By the cruel curse
Of life's blinding lights
Hell regurgitates devouring magma
From the dank depths

Royalty or not
You're all gonna die
Catholic or not
You're all gonna die

Once more to reclaim the throne
Ever more to claim heredity
Ownership of the dead
And all the responsibilities

Falling helpless into the hands
Of no more you
That cold lonely planet
Was never your real home

Rich man or not
You're all gonna die
President or not
You're all gonna die

There are those who defy the end
Scream and beg for more
Dragged away and destined to scream
Whims that howl in tormented storms

No rights to be
No rights to see
Your sad epitaph
Shall now read as follows

Scientist or not
You're all gonna die
Satanist or not