Blood riddled pages by candlelight I read Blasphemous verses of sinful needs Drawing me away from my heavenly ties Replacing my thoughts with beautiful cries Calling to me from the high rocks below The time has come now, we shall take the throne I will take their souls — and kill all mortals Plagues by envy in me — he once was king A prize more pure than gold — a gift but not for me Taking our places before this weak man We shall never bow below his right hand Storming the heavens reclaiming what's ours With the blessing of the night, his weak soul is devoured On this night we'll take his throne We'll take his throne with the absence of light I will take their souls from you unseen by the God, the king, the jew Deceived by me (in the name of Christ) And I'll take back their fucking souls