Mutiny on the high seas

Ignorant bitch, you can't stop it from severing the lower half of your body,

If you want to live, you'll have to eat your way through and crawl out

to the woods where misdirection lights your path and no one gives

a shit your dead.

And here in the darkest caverns of your unholy greed,

My hoards and I await your arrival.

For so long we've existed without the nourishment of flesh, a thirst that

can only be quenched by the feeding of your tattered remains,

Bend over, the time is now,  the upper hand is ours, your whole world is fucked.

March forward to the source of all human inspiration, bring the torches,

We'll burn it down, gladly watch the heathens die, then smoke to the final passing of man,

Realize this is right, you failed in your search for completion.

Now I will take the head that is my prize, gather minions and carry on.

For so long we've existed without the comfort of peace, a thirst that refuses to satisfy,

We shall feed on every last one of you, bend over the time is now,

Your whole world is fucked.

In subtle acceptance of a job well done, exit the world with arms raised high,

Blood soaked triumph, tragedy is only in the eyes of the dead, which we hoist upon our

backs for future consumption.

Respect for none of the lost I leave in my wake,

Gather due strength for an others demise,

Blanket the land in a glorious plague,

Taken back what has always been rightfully mine,

Will not be stopped, your whole world is fucked.