A hoarse moan blows steam into the dark
Leavening the night with a regnant weaponed direness

As melodies of malady hover in the wind
Tunes that the weak chant for their divinity
A cadaverous silhouette moves

Infuriated by ingrowing scorn
Which evokes the urge to interpose
And ceases my tearful swoon

Imprecate upon their trust
Abstruse hate throbbing in my breast
Destined to erupt
Delights in mouldering charity
I submit to my wrath

I fleer at your god

Ominous steps of haste tread the ground
Into the brightness I scowl
Espy the last resort
Forth I stalk to the source of my insurrection
Lecherously I desecrate the cross

Soon their eager quest for bliss will end
Their hopes will be fulfilled by my hand
I enthrone myself

Unclosed for their entreaty I storm...
Die!

Ebullition, ecstasy as my swipes hit violently
Boundless might the inner cause
Overflow them with my force
Their cries seem to be like hymns of adoration

Glare at the hell of the burning inferno
Adorning the night and my glorious acquisition

Towering
I thrive within almightiness
But there will be no rest because in the distance
They ache for me to announce the truth