Pretenders To The Throne Of I   Confined And Diseased   In A Life So Habitual   Epitome Of My Creation   Weak Attempts In A World   You Could Never Grasp      I Demand The Blood   Drained From The Bodies Of The   Ones   Who Deceived Me   I Demand The Flesh   Stripped Off The Bones   And Burned Of Its Sanctity   I Demand The Soul   Cast Into Fires   Of An Everlasting Hell   I Demand The Memory   Erased From My Mind   And Never To Return      Chaos In The Form Of Order   Sygian Visions   With The Ability To Crush   Heresy Denies The Threshold   Lost Are The Ones   Who Fall Short Of My Ordinance   Sinful In The Ways So Ageless   Born To The Shrine   Of Unearthly Creation   Prophecy Of The Shadow   Impaled On The Bones   Of The Failed   And Forgotten