La Mer - True Ruler of Men

True ruler of men
He need not a crown
A womb of decay
A world it spat down

Feral, untamed
Sons to the ape
Slaves to their doom
Slaves to their fate

The beasts that were chosen
To stir in the ground
Alas! They shake the sky!
These arms are not wings
These men are not birds
Take flight, the storm is nigh

Feral, untamed
Sons to the ape
They fall off the earth
Moths to the flame

Feral, untamed
Sons to the ape
Slaves to their doom
Slaves to their fate

And you can't bear a god
But you can raise one by men
To be lowly and vain
To be just like one of them

And you can't kill a god
But you can sell one to fools
To be eaten alive
Crucified by their tools

Hear them sing!

Begone bastard! Begone!
Nazarene! Cursed son!
Begone bastard! Begone!
Nazarene! Cursed son!
Begone bastard! Begone!
Nazarene! Cursed son!
Begone bastard! Begone!
Nazarene! Cursed son!

Begone!
Begone!
Begone!
Begone!