Memories of torment strikes me 
Attemps were made to suffocate me at birth 
Fools 
I was already ancient 
Thou can not kill what breeds within Thee 

Alas, this agony 
The emptiness of earthborn pride 
Hath stirred my faithful heart 
Which guided me to darker paths 
Far away from their pestilent ways 
Cleansed was I from deceitful grace 
Yet, put to scorn was I 
By those unclean 
Enslaved by ignorance 
They blindly spat upon the deity of hate 
Awake is the darkest fiend 

By the fallen one I shall arise 

Upon bewildered masses 
To whom the indulgence of my soul 
Portray as sin made god 
I shall revile and quell the source 
Whence mockery of my kind derive 
This I know 
Facile shalt my quest [bad word] to pass 
Deathwish be my gift to all at last 

Honour  [bad word] no linger as virtue 
Yet, shalt be extolled by light¡s demise 

By the fallen one I shall arise 

Believer 
Speak not to me of justice 
For none have I ever seen 
By God, I shall give as I receive 
Betrayer 
Speak not to me at all 
You and this world ripped my [bad word] heart out 

Again... and again... and again...