For idiots life 
Seems to be a game 
A constant hunt 
For grace and fame 
I hear them laugh 
And I think to myself 
My life was meant 
For something else 
My throne is made of heresy 
I detest your faith 
My mind is filled with contempt 
And burning hate 
I am an uncrowned king 
Of them human race 
We are the masters 
And you are all our slaves 
For someones life 
Seems to be a dream 
Feebleminded losers 
With no selfesteem 
I see them fail 
And pride fills my mind 
I am a king of my kind 
King of my kind 
My throne is made of heresy 
I detest your faith 
My mind is filled with contempt 
And burning hate 
I am an uncrowned king 
Of the human race 
We are the masters 
And you are all our slaves 
Maggots!