The heretic awakes in me The death of all and what will shall be The serpent spoke this unto me under the blood red moon Promises the end of days: the sacrament of doom
The fallen star ignites in me They come to gaze and be set free from an empty promised world That only serves to satiate the weakened ones Wiith silver tounges who in hiding propagate
Now come and see Behold his feats Now come and see Watch the sky bleed Now come and see Crowned on white steed He speaks to thee: Welcome to the order of the shadow
We call to the west and we call to the ease The north and the south that we might raise the beast