Regnum Cruoris

I stand on ash and bone,we've waged this war onto ourselves,machines won't cower like they once did,our flesh will rip right from our bones,until there's nothing left but ash-we feed in the streets like maggots,we scrape and find bits of flesh,is this wrong, is this wrong-my pale face, my skin,hasn't seen the sun,in what seems like years,i can barely stand,my throat is dry,and acid rain will burn the flesh-of our children now-hear the cries,what did we do,to deserve this?No way can we stand,up to the front,this is a massacre,I will not bare arms,one more time,on the battlefield,I will not fight,we are the cancer,hanging in the balance,bodies fill the trenches,we must bow our heads-could this be our savior,have our prayers been answered,save our tortured earth,behold, usurper-as this city burns,I stand on ash and bone,I clench my fists and watch,the becoming-welcome me my people,as I walk on the backs of the cowards,I am the new king,hail the new king,down on your knees,hail the new king