Come, bedeviled one, and reveal your horns
Blasphemy of soul is to turn your head
while the entities march
slickened with blood and quickened of mind
the horde marches
the succulent of the innocent is plundered
silence of our history is how blindly we are led
children of scorn, oh know your worth
it is with vested wickedness the devil is spread
evil shall be its own reward
will you trade your immortal standing
for some trinkets or a pence
say your penance, it shall be ignored
bearer of bad news
whoa to those that walk on
the seals have been unsealed
the black horse is riding
he is reaping the tares
separating the wheat
in the thrasher house
you shall be beat
in the shadows you are seen
contaminating the rivers, oceans, and streams
with no thought for your brother
so bleed out your last prayers
scream to the heavens
as with deaf ears he fell on you
it shall be the same with him also
