Rodents scurry right and left, some to safety, some to death.
Rules of nature take their toll on innocent lives as a whole.
Robbed of love at an early age, your heart grows black with bloodsoaked rage.
Love of the mother found again but only through a shameful sin.
Life goes on and things seem fine until your new mother, your brother will dine.
Struck with grief for the lost dead, let Queen Mabb into your head.
Blood and gore your only vise outside the needle and bad advice.
Father of storms fills your cup to break the chains they set up.
One by one you rip through the mesh constructed from their wasted flesh.
Priests of Food Chain scream in pain, as one by one you bleed their veins.
Faced with God you fight and shout, but only the devil can help you out.
Shed your flesh to take some more, decency of a filthy whore.
You will die for this faith you cling, fear thy name... The Heretic King.

A little redesign for Richter. Took me over an hour before the site cooperated and let me upload.