A clouded vision haunts the mind of those who stand against us, we the rebel sons of jehovah.
The morning frost scars the flesh of my enemy, as a sensation of fear chills to the bone.
Behold, for i've come from the fiery chasm, to fulfill the prophecy that's foretold.
Arise, sons of the first. the creator has given us leave to burn the earth.
I'm the bane of existence, a stain on the soul. a plague to thee.
When the morning comes they shall die.
This illusion has burned the eyes of the children born of thee.
Man was born in the image of he who dwells in the stars, the reason for their being is only for amusement.
In time they'll come to see that we are the beginning and also their end.
The nile flows red as it did so long ago.
The source is found, the carrion along the riverside.
A fear cloaked in the night, bred in silence.
Weeping alone in chains, as we stand in the dark.
I stand atop the mountains preying on you, the weak and pitiful existence of god.
And i know the plagues burning before my eyes, as hell is reborn on this earth.
The ties are broken, i shall never come to serve anyone but me, none higher than i.
I shall never serve anyone higher than myself!