[Originally by Slayer]



trapped in purgatory, a lifeless object alive

awaiting reprisal, death will be their acquisition

the sky is turning red, return to power draws near

fall into me, the sky's crimson tears

abolish the rules made of stone



pierced from below, the souls of my treacherous past

betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above



awaiting the hour of reprisal

your time slips away



raining blood

from a lacerated sky

bleeding its horror

creating my structure

now I shall reign in blood