Bring forth ye iconoclastic armageddon And acquaint ye blade with my flesh I, the ageless son of celestial lineage The opposer of the kin of thousands of men Shall sought to awaken the ones that dwell Within to weaken the threads of eternal damnation
I shall open the gates for your deprivation Submission and spectral divinations alike, I shall entice, provide, indulge and depart With the gifts of perpetual war, I shall Anoint him the bearer of fruits, the herald Of death. I shall fill you with resplendent Hatred, so you would know that I am Lord