For idiots life    Seems to be a game    A constant hunt    For grace and fame    I hear them laugh    And I think to myself    My life was meant    For something else    My throne is made of heresy    I detest your faith    My mind is filled with contempt    And burning hate       I am an uncrowned king    Of them human race    We are the masters    And you are all our slaves       For someones life    Seems to be a dream    Feebleminded losers    With no selfesteem    I see them fail    And pride fills my mind    I am a king of my kind       King of my kind    My throne is made of heresy    I detest your faith    My mind is filled with contempt    And burning hate       I am an uncrowned king    Of the human race    We are the masters    And you are all our slaves       Maggots!