TRAPPED IN PURGATORY
A LIFELESS OBJECTALIVE
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 BELOWSOULS 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