Wither at My Feet Lyrics

I spit in the face of your god
Words spawned from worthless flesh
Empty words spoken by sheep
Left to the winds they hear you not
Your idols sculpted from stone, stone molded from sand,
The sands of an endless desert
But this is not about your god,
This is about you,
YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS EXCUSE FOR FLESH
You are cancer, the blackest of black
I have come to bring suffering and pain
You and your loved ones shall die
Will be reunited in a collective grave
Your soul enslaved...you will moan and beg
Chained and whipped and dragged through thorns
You will scream for death
There will be no eulogy or effigy for you
Brought to the foot of my throne
Dried up, decomposing, frail and fragile.
I laugh at your withering mortal flesh
I peer down at a worthless shell of a man
You wither at my feet