Brimstone – King Of My Kind

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!