White lights defiled

Black shapes and horns

By my command, unleash the storm



Raising and forming alive

'Til delights get lost

In the sounds and power from hell



Blood of the damned

Invokes the scorned

Their helpless eyes just watching you

Drive home thy horn



Raising a prophecy of chaos and pain

That burst forth from flames to serve



What seemed metaphysical

But a faith that values darkned souls

Knows not that ways of man

Overlord



Give praise to primal laws

Bound by crimson, bound by swords

Awaiting one last kiss

From unknown



Which way should the blood flow

Through the heart or out a hole

Asks the man about to become

Immortal

[Lead Jam: Peterson, Smyth]



Judging me, judging God, judging you

Judging me, judging you, judgmental

Judgement failed