Another year spent in exile…
Esurient for the taste of the vein, wretched in my form,
I have crawled through the world within a moulted skin deluded by my kin!
Now a stench of guilt spreads through the air as they witness the rising of the one once dethroned…
My negligent followers who fed me with fraudulence shall
savour the taste of my writhing tongue,
slithering through their each and every mind!
Feed on my snakeoil – adhere to the impure
Bask, relish the lunar light piercing the blackened sky
Consume my snakeoil in the light of my return
Unseen, obscured… the shadows I have allured…
Benighted years fueled my scorn for the veins from which I was born
Now I’ve undergone a sophistic mortification of flesh
An exaltation through the secret of elixiration
I’ve been deluded and scorned by my servants,
but nourished and arose to reclaim my crown
Hidden in plain sight, concealed from observants,
I’ll welcome the world to the realm of the Emerald King!
To be one with Nihil!
After another year spent in exile, esurient for the taste of the vein,
wretched in my form, I have emerged from the sewers of a worn out shell
After a decennary coiled, I have risen from the bones of my precursor
with an instinct to breed the extinct…
My followers bestial, behold my deformity!
Humanity shall savour the taste of a serpent’s tongue…
Oh, feed on my snakeoil – be one with the impure
Ossein larcenist, risen from the bones of my precursor
I left behind a moulted skin
Soon I’ll lead the way as the Emerald King!