King of anguish and prince of woes, revoke your hysterically sinful song 

No Malphas fails to architect; no Buddha blunders fate

Ease my end to a careful close, reprieve my deeds that meet no wrong

Lift me back to the holy sect; Neruda sunders magistrate

Leviathan has torched the wings, the very couple I had donned

Seraphim have passed me by, wincing at the sight of me

One by one each feather flaked, ashes stained the goose that swanned

First we’re cutting through the sky, next we’re smothered under sea 

Acceptance is all my heart can muster; devoted to controlled disaster

Virtuous act I can now decide, transcending the mission That Man bore

In truth I’ve lost only one luster; down below I am a master

Crossing heights of boiling pride, run the world and breathe no more

Infernos surrender to my constitution, they know I am in command

I am the Pillar of perdition, I am the Duke of the damned