I manifest myself in your nightmares A frigid sweat drips burning in your eyes Slow death for a man who tells many secrets Even slower for the man who tells only lies
The wicked blade runs down your spine A skulking shadow of fear
Climb the branches of your family tree And count the number still alive Flames of time burn the broken limbs And burn the leaves of those who've died Now the blood flows into my hands The mortal coil rests in my palm A lake of fire Blood flows into the stream
Hell awaits the sinners, but earth contains the slaves Servants of war, hate and bias to blame Throughout mankind one thing remains the same You will die and fear me