Kneel to the God of excess,
No limits or constraints
In the fevered mind that fuels,
The slavish desires of a despot

Everything he touches turns to ashes,
A graveyard of burning ambition
Where ruthless vampires prey,
On the souls of those he mocks

In the long nights of despair,
The wolf howls at the moon
And taunts the earth to turn,
The face of man to darkness

But sometime soon he'll fall,
Into the emptiness of insignificance
His epitaph will be carved,
In the halls of ignominious failure

And the world will fill with light,
And bury his legacy of destruction
And his worshippers will deny, 
They ever knelt for him