raise the texts of morality where the loathsome and vacuous nest shower its delusions with misery smear its every inhibition with filth hearts once open now blackened fists where hands were once outstretched have no mercy for the wretched tread the path of eminence drunk from the cistern of mediocrity content to be blindly led butcher these thralls that obstruct me in my descent into eminence victory or defeat lies in our hands alone true salvation lies within uphold this birthright with an iron fist compassion is the vice of kings bask in pride and infamy welter in the pleasures of the flesh for sin pathed the road to paradise that descends into eminence warped by the path of perversity i see everything in shades of black and red flames burn away all impurities for the descent into eminence