Curse you all men.
Who's coil is strong.
I recognise the sparrows heart,
beneath the theatre of misery.
Disbelivers shalt by dawn, be forced to forever mourn.
Curse you all men.
That resent my empire.
Cause I have risen again, at war this time.
The truth I speak, is your decease.
My word is your defeat.
And thou shalt not be able to hide anymore.
The prophecy will conquer at last.
Your sense of reality with mission to
kill the theatre of misery.
He has risen again, armed with the source of sin.
And as humans shalt fade, he shalt inherit their strength.
Men of the damned, your will reluctantly
secure His eternal victory.
Yes, you are indeed the few, I am the
