Gabriel! Sound your horn! Raise the dead! Judgement day has come! You betray everything that you are for your gain, personal games your pride has driven you to turn against your own but you won't escape the torture and pain! It kills you, to know you're not the king you perish in your own reflection! You perish, in your own... We savour the taste of so-called 'God' flesh, as it degenerates you heightened sense of majesty torn asunder as you're cast down as a traitor Buried in sickening pride your astral ego shall never subside crushed by reality you're just a hollow shell We'll watch your soul decay! You live by standards that you set only for yourself enamoured by your own disgusting legend we'll burn the effigies you raised up to honour you we prevail, you will suffer! SUFFER! I will never be part of your game, part of your prophecy I am the herald of reality, wearing thin I have set this judgement on you.