My cloven tongue speak such words of silk, Irresistible 

I sow dreams, lies they will want to swallow, they give while I 

collect. Affection, pleasures so forbidden only the strong can 

withstand and endure. 


Predatorily instincts, find the right type of lust. Needed for my 

cause I contract scavengers, beggars, murderers and whores. 

The scum of this earth is to be the foundation of my ascent 

Feed my glory, my wisdom now. 


By a power strong and intense I've been selected. To concur and 

seduce, once a pawn but soon to rule in glory divine, 

in glory divine. 


With my serpent eyes I acquire love and with the strongest hands 

demand all obedience. A thousand lives for one 


Freely given through their pain I'll reap what I have planted in 

this sour soil. And my grave will shed light upon the forsaken. 


The Icon in my own congregation I am. I enter my podium 

encircled by outcasts. My apostles and lovers all those 

cheerful faces. Hysterically laughing their way through 

this hymn to my person. 


By a thousand deaths fulfilled. 


Solo: Karlsson 


When I open my mouth to speak they'll engulf my words life 

dogs, screaming. Shouting prayers directed towards the one and 

I, whom are far superior. 


I taste the energy flowing from a thousand naked, beaten creeps, 

sweaty limbs entwined. A mass of feasting flesh, Individuality at 

last abandoned. 


Differences erased as my children adjoin through blood and 

bondage. Entangled, thousands turned to one. A collective mind 

under my control lead by my will, kneeled before me 

By a thousand deaths fulfilled