Here I come

to unleash your souls

to swallow the forms

to destroy the shells

bow to me

kiss the sword

bow to the Scourge of God



it's not even the matter of taste

I hardly ever drink blood

I feed on hopes and illusions

on what you mortals call life

the murderer - you say

I'd say - the Healer

the murderer - you say

I'd say - the Savior



Who to himself is law, no law does need

Offends no law and is a king indeed



Hear the broken bells chime

mute war marches in your heart

dismal psalm of rusty knives

freezing hymn of emperors

hymn of emperors to come

stakes sown by my hand

red dust under my feet

when the gods sleep

I rule this lousy world



armless prophets fall

armed prophets win

bow to me