Festering for years, devouring flesh and bone, knife twisting slow
When the hooks were in, it hollowed out the corpse
Unseen parasite
Nerves on fire, weakened protest
Your World Unmade
Lexicon of Pain, a message from the grave
I watch with disdain, the breaking of the slave
Forgiveness? Not today
Save it for the grave
Diminished life force, fever dreams
How long before the end?
Wounded king, palace under siege
Our World Unmade