The Art Of Being (Nothing)

Let them see, who are the dying
Our city is burning, death is its will
Hear them roar, the lions are calling
I am commodus, bringer of peace
How could they not see

You are, the will of the gods
Redemption, poison their mind

Let me hide into shadows
The curtain
The whispering words of betrayal
Murder me, erasing my name
The ruler of worlds, I stand alone

Tartarus, feed on my existence
Cast your light, have no meaning
I am a demi god
Walking amongst the pleberium
Feeding them lies of domination

Down here, I feel alive, murder me
Into the light

Liar, liar
The sheep are hungry
Where are the wolves
A bachanall of fear and fire
Let the obscene in this frightening night
Take over from the common men
There will be blood
I am the one to set you free

The first among men, the state as my name
Remember me, shape my grave

Upon the masses, I dominate
My word is all, my word is law
Into the light of eternity
The hopeless are dying
They serve as slaves, free them all

No more reason, the art of being
No more reason to be enslaved