I bare the mark of the uncreated God The lambs blood courses through my veins You are a serpent of the black and under my feet I’ll snap your neck It is you who shall fear me Under the weight of His glory, your power is weak It is you who shall fear me under the weight of His glory your guile slips My light will invade your dark and expose your plans of death Truth will rein in their hearts and dismember the power you have left Choke on the blood of the risen Son you liars Choke on the blood of the risen Son you liars In the realm of time your defeat is imminent Discard the measurement it’s already finished.