i have ripped apart and destroyed the powers that believe in a fake god burned their skin so there's nothing left to teach they've created nothing but a desolate empire that in its ashes rises a darker force at last the infant that is left to reign is drowning in rivers and the lakes and the followers that follow in their wake burns in the blood in the rain choking on the ashes of the infant's grave forced to swallow christ's grace the morningstar hallows the ground of the wake i pray (for) my Dark Lord my soul to take