I manifest myself in your nightmares 
frigid sweat drips burning in your eyes 
Slow death for a man who tells many secrets 
Even slower for the man who tells only lies 

The wicked [bad word] down your spine 
skulking shadow of fear 

Climb the branches of your family tree 
And count the number still alive 
Flames of time burn the broken limbs 
And burn the leaves of those who've died 
Now the blood flows into my hands 
The mortal coil rests in my palm 
lake of fire 
Blood flows into the stream 
 [bad word] awaits the sinners, but earth contains the slaves 
Servants of war, hate and bias to blame 
Throughout mankind one thing remains the same 
You will die and fear me