That day I'll bring death
Merciless deceiver of you all
That day I'll bring death
Oh, you'll pray to me never
Messiah-hedon
Phoenix of pestilence I am
Roamer of the third land
Nor God nor saint through glorious
My powers are glorious!!!
My powers are glorious!!!
My powers are glorious!!!
My powers are glorious!!!
That day I'll bring death
Into the hearts of this blood-filled
That day I'll bring death
Suffer-gods... your throne is mine
Malice, your words enlightened me
I look down on them now
The light worshipers
Misery, your songs enchanted me
With infinite wisdom
With the gift of prophecy
Non-believer, do you doubt my words?
'Cause I bring forth the prophet game
Non-believer, won't you take my hand?
'Cause I will lead you to the mothers of all lies
And so the prophet spoke
It is I, the prophet, whom you'll be
Love me not nor worship me
With statues and images of light
Nor shall my name be said in prayers
Or in tone of delight
For I shall reign the shadowlands
Where death stands tall over life
And where all shall live as me
The dog-faced angel
The dog-faced angel
Non-believer, do you doubt my words?
'Cause I bring forth the prophet game
Non-believer, won't you take my hand?
'Cause I will lead you to the mothers of all lies