Throne of ash and fire

Beneath the blood-red moon I rise,

Stomach growls like demon cries,

A feast of fury churns inside,

The reckoning I can’t disguise!

The walls are shaking, the pipes all scream,

Steam and brimstone, infernal dream,

In this porcelain pit of doom,

I’ll meet my maker — in the fumes!

I sit upon the Throne of Ash and Fire,

Forged from Satan’s fallen pyre,

Chains of sulfur, burning bright,

I unleash thunder through the night!

The scent of sin fills up the air,

Lucifer laughs from his lair,

I clench the fate of mortal man,

And purge the world with what I can!

The cauldron boils, the flames ignite,

My soul erupts in molten spite,

From deep within this cursed seat,

The devil’s ashes feel my heat!

I sit upon the Throne of Ash and Fire,

Forged from Satan’s dark desire,

The pits of hell beneath me quake,

I reign supreme — as kingdoms break!

From chaos born… to chaos returned,

Every mortal meal must burn!

A crown of smoke, a hiss of flame,

On this cursed throne, I carve my name!

Throne of Ash and Fire!

Infernal power, my one desire!

Echoes roar through hellish halls,

As Satan’s ashes take the fall!

The embers fade, the deed is done,

I rise victorious, chosen one,

No mortal throne could dare inspire—

Like the Toilet of Satan’s Ash and Fire