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I was forged in the dark fire pits of Agartha
As a heinous king with a vile fist to massacre
I was raised by the whips of savager
Creatures then your mind could begin to fathom up
I was the last one of my race of black mutants
With a heart made of tar and the face of Rasputin
I leave through the core and climb through the mantle
As I reach to the floor and rise to the mammals
I breach the surface then unleash the serpents
Killing my foes and turning the weak to servants
My speech is worship by the jungle’s local tribes
Who bow down to the ferocity of my vocals vibe
Any hopeful rise is crushed and put in the skies
I disintegrate challengers who look in my eyes
Statues are made which show me depicted as god
With my foot on the beast before I ripped it apart