Upon his throne

Upon his throne he sits
Resting from the battle at hand
Upon his throne he sits
Watching all the dismay
As the seconds pass into an hour
He waits till the last one falls
A smile upon his face
Upon his throne 
Souls at his feet
Bones scattered far as the eye can see
I'm the King of Hell he roars
This is my domain
For every ear that could hear
For miles away 
They could hear his victory
Upon his throne he is pleased at the scene that lay before him
This is mine
My world
My pleaser
Only darkness 
Only chaos
No one dares to overthrow him and live
Upon his throne the beast is satisfied