An open book a will of life

A Gathering of sorts, strings pull the chord

Contusions unfold beneath the dermal layers

Silence uplifts the structure

Nailed and fixed, An ornament to the cause

A slave to his will, Reconstructed to uphold

I will be reborn, Lives ripped and torn

An abomination reborn

Inconceivable power unleashed, Pure evil set forth

To crush the skulls of many and bend the will of the unknowing

Sins of his will, Strings pull the chord

Forced upon you, Absorbs into me sins reborn

Strings of his will, Strings pull the chord

Forced upon you, Absorbs into me sins reborn

Bow down before me, Heed my call

Restitution of all sins

Bow down before me, Heed my call

Be delivered through me