You made me see right past myself, well beyond my fears 
Realized I'm synchronized far beyond my years 
I'm so geard unto them, I serve unto their souls 
Now that I'm addicted, my hunger only grows 

I'm a child of the damned, I follow where I go 
Rigging to the cross as holy as a [bad word] 
I'm just a child of the damned 

Witches coven, the time [bad word] for those sabbatical 
Years, revelation is the message for all in all to hear 
Prophets slayed, mankind arrayed into mass submission 
Evil's here, the lord of [bad word] gives you the proposition 

Give away your life goals, your meaning and ambition 
It means nothing to you, after all - it's superstition 
Do not be afraid, the world is near the end 
Is it better [bad word] in [bad word]  than it is to serve in heaven?