King of the Damned

Gather, all ye faithful.
It's time to feast.
Gather, all ye horrible.
Blood will flow.

The faces of the damned.
Loom.
Show some skin,
and be punctured.
Dress the part,
faces of the damned.
Dress the part.
There's an artistry to this.
Your king walks among you.

Gather, all ye faithful.
It's time to feast.
Gather, all ye dreadful.
Life will go.

I'll store you up inside me.
Look within your heart.
That unholy engine.
You'll power me for a time,
a day, a week, a month.
And then you're gone.
Your will is mine.
But in my cold hands,
that'll seem just fine.

Gather, all ye faithful.
It's time to feast.
Gather, all ye fallen.
Heart will cease.

So clutch at rosaries.
While you can.
Unlife's a bitch -
and then?
You'll fall, you're fallen.
Sparks in time.
What once was yours
well, now is mine.

Gather, all ye faithful.
Life's a feast.
Gather to your dead king.
Beg to cease.

But do not cease for me.