Trapped in purgatory 

lifeless object, alive 

Awaiting reprisal 

Death will be their acquisition 

The sky is turning red 

Return to power draws near 

Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears 

Abolish [bad word] made of stone 

Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past 

Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above 

Awaiting the hour of reprisal 

Your time slips away 

Raining blood 

From a lacerated sky 

Bleeding its horror 

Creating my [bad word] 

Now I shall reign in blood!