"The Problem with Apocalyptic Tyranny" lyrics

I reign from Hell above
As Heaven burns below
Apocalypta
Apocalypta
Apocalypta

"Let me paint you a picture"

Prepare to die on your fucking knees
You were born a swine, I was born a king
Every human in this world is a waste of air
Thy kingdom come; your fucking end

As above, so below
All the worlds are burning
Mortal all, all divine has come to save you from your
Pain and suffering you had when you were alive
All those opposed - prepare to die

Let the mortals sing
Who will save us?
Let the mortals sing
Who betrayed us?

Arrogance brings upon an end
God's wrath in a clenched fist
The fury of the kill measures God and man
When I kill, no God is above me

The fury of the kill measures you and I
Fuck you, no you're not above me
Wretched tongues snake their way across the pavement
Licking at the heels of false Gods screaming for atonement
As your vessel erupts, a steeple burns
I can't help but laugh and mock you in your final moments

Let the mortals sing
Who will save us?
Let the mortals sing
Who betrayed us?

I'm taking back my throne, let the people know
There's a new God in town
Prepare to die as Heaven burns below

I know the words I say won't hold much meaning
'Cause you will never understand that every moment's fleeting
Go talk with God; tell me what he says besides "who sent you?"
Tell him his Son is back, and his Heaven's dead

'Cause I reign from Hell above as your Heaven burns below

Fuck you

I'm deranged, enraged
I'm crashing through your Pearly Gates
All that's left is Gloom
All that's left is me