One eyed old man I am

Yet I possess the knowledge of thousand sages

An unborn child I am

Though I have existed for billion years

The invisible army I am

Though the won battle still to come

The father of ambitious and dissapointed I am

Brother in sin and abasement

I was Judas in your dream

Who worshipped money above all

I was the roman warrior

Who wounded you and drank the divine blood

I was pilate on your trial

Who spat in your pale face

Each thorn was a sinful spell

Each nail the fulfillment of the revenge

For which I have been waiting for so many years

Hatred for thousand holy heads

And also that many daggers pointed at their visages

The fallen angels, mythical daemons

Thriumphant in their blasphemy

I am Gordon, my name is annihilation

Extremination

I am the thousand plagues and afflictions