Trapped in pugatory A lifeless subject, alive Awaiting reprisal Death will be their acquistion
The sky is turning red Return to power draws near Fall into me,the sky's crimson tears Abolish the rules made of stone Piered from below, souls of my treacherous past Betrayed by many,now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal Your time slips away
Raining blood from a lacerated sky Bleeding its horror Creating my structure Now shall I reign in blood!