My Kingdom come, my will be done,
My power will call, my mark for all,
My forces will command, my law, my hand,
My legend, my thorns, my legacy, my horns.
My soul device
My life blood begins...
Behold, God's grace is gone, his face
Is all that I desire to see.
Behold, the deceiver must come unto be.
Behold, I will drive the nails deeper into thee.
Until your rotting carcass covers me in blood.