[The rays of light, a truth of meaning To my father, the blood is pleading.]
Now you've really crossed the line Your hate for me is divine My love yearns for your suffer On your grave lurks my prosper
Taunt more as a lure but its no use Knots tight my excite I prepare the noose Say no more it's time For you to make your move My blackened soul's lit by your fuel
Hail to a father of divine To the son the light will shine From the angst of lost memories A just revenge to cure misery
Life of vengeance, a passive test Until the grave, I will rest Engage the pressure until it crumbles The existence of lifeless black souls.
Implode your moral And drains your pride Too late for debate or run and hide Time to take your life tolls the bell To your hell I'd like to welcome you