Praised is he who is not plagued by Isaiah Sculpting sloth, sculpting envy, sculpting gluttony
Punishment of the sheep is upon me Thus the shrieking curse of mankind I am
Rise at my side victorious Bring me souls of the slain Dim is the light of Isaiah Trust not in him nor his kind
Rise at my side victorious Bring me souls of the slain Bare not thy guilt for I am Lifting thy curse - taking thy burden away
When the golden eyes fade away - ceased is thy saviour When the snake spoke - truth became clear Fall shalt thou under darkness - into my reign
As the golden eyes fade away - ceased is thy saviour When the snake spoke - truth became clear Fall hast thou under darkness - into my reign
With the spear as my tounge from the cleft I have risen to power Isaiah heedeth my cry - heedeth the hymns of destruction With the spear turned aloft as I strike to destroy the celestial imperium
Come to me now children of the light I extinguish the rule of thy kind