Trapped in pugatory
lifeless subject, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquistion

The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me,the sky's crimson tears
Abolish [bad word] made of stone
Piered 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 shall I reign in blood!