The ecstasy of sufferance

After the war I come. The new king of this kingdom. A
new beginning has begun. The time is now for everyone.
I practice an art called pain. Feel my wrath and see
the flame. You live for my lies. A starving multitude
is sure to cry. Watching children walk away. Carrying
the dead of their parents. They'll praise me in my
name. And be stunned for my visual conquest. I am the
darkness you fear inside. If you betray me you'll
surely die. I'll build my fortress upon your crushed
bodies---bound by chains of bitter bondage. Feel my
punishment and taste my sweet pain. Your eyes will
bleed at my sight. Your lips will parch from my touch.
And from your carcass the carrion will feast, and the
ecstasy of your sufferance. Will bring me great
pleasure. The time is now for you to die. And witness
the punishment. After the holocaust I come. A ruler of
this new nation. The tides of time have turned.
Abolished a thing called freedom. In a handful of
dust. You'll see the future is of misery. In the grip
of madness. The death of millions for my fame.