Translation: I depicted your deposal from your throne, paring skin from flesh, among other inferred macabre acts, such as soaking up your blood in a mockery of your beloved blood-draining. The jester takes place of the queen, and so brings their delusions to reality singlehandedly.
I do so while calling you dumb, first directly, and then insulting your home - or hearth - saying it expresses the same as a brick wall. And I also declare that you are barely monstrous at all, since vampires are also practically variants of humans, and thus lack any claim to superiority over humans. Which is why I'm calling the vampire fangs strung on the necklaces I use to consume your symbol of authority the same as human molars. Because you are immortal, I will break you by removing any vivaciousness, energy, motivation to do anything, and enjoyment of unlife so that you make yourself an eternal object of suffering for my unholy idols to enjoy now that I have deposed you because they had grown bored of your reign on the throne. My joy is so immense in committing this act of cruel and unusual punishment that three smiles form on my detestably ugly face. All the while, your world burns around, everything you've enjoyed reduced to the one color of fiery ruin: orange flame.
And also just called you a petty brat. One can just leave the translation at that.
