Forks of lightening, clouds of thunder,
He appeared
The master of all things whose name
We all once feared
Smoke and fire break
Where his figure stands
We can’t do anything
But his commands
Our master has arrived / in our world
Bloodshed and hate / is what he brings
Blessed are the ones / who adore him
They shall be carried / on his wings
Flames get higher, screams get louder – judgement day
The master of all things proclaims:
“It’s time to pray!”
While burning the false
There’s wrath in his eyes
His punishing hands
Stifling their cries
Our master has arrived / in our world
Torture and pain / is what he brings
We are the ones / who adore him
We shall be carried / on his wings
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