Behold, I'm the crucifier
His souls come unto me
Set ablaze the purifier
Witness his death to be
Take hold of holy ones
In the shadow of the beast
Scorched stench of faithful blood
Of the altar's rotting feast
Wings falling, ever calling
I can hear the laughter now
The reaper turns and he hands me the key
I yearn to step out into illuminated grounds
And feel salvation through blasphemy
Host of bodies of sacred lie
Desecrated and turned to dark
Lying under the burning sign
Of the glorious five point star
Kneeling for words spoken through me
In the light of candles black
And in my possession you'll be
The dark age is coming back
Wings falling, ever calling
I can hear the laughter now
The reaper turns and he hands me the key
I yearn the step out into illuminated grounds
And feel salvation through blasphemy