The second Death becomes me As I stand in front of god I swear out loud I Hate him, Kill him And that he will rot I must burn in Hell, suffer And pay for my sins But god's the one who is loosing Satan always wins Hell at last I'm dying fast Through the gates Into the regions of Hell Eager to meet the angel Who fell Faul, nasty god It's not heaven I wish to go I'd rather die forever I'm of Satan's bloodline I will make your angels Kill for me I, profider of Death I, ensnarer of life I will mark the angels as mine So plaque me with those pathetic angels Highest in degree I will make them kill for me I will mark them as mine