bygone Mute the mouth of empty praise Trapped inside a burning field Sheep of god Followers who did not heed The warning Unblessing of the purity Once
Staring through the eye of the chasm Still at rest but breathing Enemy be born Grant us knowledge of the opposition Spew forth from the earth Contagious
We're born to reign as masters To ashes we'll burn the pastures Repell their ways back to nothingness Chaos in symmetry This glorious victory In darkness
Nazarene I've come to bestow you this crown of scorn Destined to be cast down And folded in earth Resent me Sworn enemy of the weakened heart Cursing