Bring forth ye iconoclastic armageddon
And acquaint ye blade with my flesh
I, the ageless son of celestial lineage
The opposer of the kin of thousands of men
Shall sought to awaken the ones that dwell
Within to weaken the threads of eternal damnation

I shall open the gates for your deprivation
Submission and spectral divinations alike,
I shall entice, provide, indulge and depart
With the gifts of perpetual war, i shall
Anoint him the bearer of fruits, the herald
Of death. i shall fill you with resplendent
Hatred, so you would know that i am lord