I covet you
I worship you
I always assumed
You covet me too
I want to believe
I want to believe
Just as you believe

We'll share the throne
Pull swords from stone
We'll build this home
From ash and bone

Have I resisted because of you?
Have I persisted in spite of you?
Have I existed only for you?

They close your eyes
Sleep of the blind
They sew your jaw
Stifle a yawn

Pallor mortis
Algor mortis
Rigor mortis
Livor mortis

They paint your lips
Breathless this kiss
They drain your blood
Exchange like love

Surrounded by the dead
Accounted one of them
Arraigned before the judge
I plead my innocence
The court consults the mirror
Reflecting my life

The mirror's tale begins
An audit of my sins
I hear the verdict read:
Ten hells, then life again
Ten worlds of agony and torturous shame
Atonement through pain

Court after court, judge after judge
For every crime a torture comes
If you can repent your misdeeds
Then you can be reborn mercifully
But from one hell to the next
My suffering grows more complex

The hell of filth and ice
The hell of the black rope
The hell of the red pool
The hell of boiling oil
The hell of iron pins
The hell of mincing meat
The hell of suffocation
The hell of iron webs

At last the final court
To gauge my penitence
The wheel of rebirth
Reveals my destiny
Sipping forgetfulness
Only karma persists
Again I'm reborn

Deep in the pyramid tomb
A mural in this room
Depicts a creature vile
Though humanoid in shape
Its arms and legs replaced
One dozen tentacles writhe
A gaping ravenous mouth
A night-black horn surmounts
A single fiery eye

Uncovered ancient enemy
Now worshiped as a deity

Past one hundred rooms
Well fed in its tomb
Ageless creature of hate
Zargon hungrily waits

The floor has given way
Plunge uncontrollably
Preventing your escape
A chamber slick with slime
The bones are piled high
A stench of foul decay
Then something ghastly and vile
Three times as tall as a man
Comes slithering your way

Tower of pride
Dauntlessly skyward it climbs
Exceeding heavenly spires
Crown of the skyline for miles
Phallus of kings
Man making god-like things

I am divine
You fall prone; I'll seek my throne

Fortress of wealth
So vast it nurses itself
Labor deserves reward
Become the master and lord
Why else the toil?
To the successful the spoils

Birth as the crack of the spine
Death as the last ledger line

Prison of slaves
Trapping the kings with the knaves
My gilded cage
Held fast by vengeance and rage

Rot in hell as king