The heretic awakes in me
The death of all and what will shall be
The serpent spoke this unto me under the blood red moon
Promises the end of days: the sacrament of doom

The fallen star ignites in me
 [bad word] to gaze and be set free from an empty promised world
That only serves to satiate the weakened ones
Wiith silver tounges who in hiding propagate

 [bad word] and see
Behold his feats
 [bad word] and see
Watch the sky bleed
 [bad word] and see
Crowned on white steed
He speaks to thee:
 [bad word] to the order of the shadow

We call to the west and we call to the ease
The north and the south that we might raise the beast