One eyed old man I am
Yet I possess the knowledge of a thousand sages
An unborn child I am
Though I have existed for billion years

The invisible army I am
Though the won battle still [bad word] 
The father of ambitious and disappointed I am
Brother in sin and abasement

One eyed old man I am
Yet I possess the knowledge of a thousand sages
An unborn child I am
Though I have existed for a billion years
The invisible army I am
Though the won battle still [bad word] 
The father of ambitious and disappointed I am
Brother in sin and abasement
In abusing the numerous pieces of sanctity

I was Judas in your dream
Who worshipped money above all
I was the roman warrior
Who wounded you and drank the divine blood
I was Pilate on your trial
Who spat in your pale face
Each thorn was a sinful spell
Each nail the fulfilment of the revenge
For which I have been waiting for so many years

Hatred for thousand holy heads
And also that many daggers pointed at their visages
The fallen angels, mystical daemons
Triumphant in their blasphemy
Hatred for thousand holy heads
And also that many daggers pointed at their visages
The fallen angels, mystical daemons
Triumphant in their blasphemy

I am Gordon, my name is annihilation
Extermination
I am the thousand plagues and afflictions