• As the sword cut's through my flesh..
    As the blade tears into my soul...
    Blackness pours out of me.
    Blackness, the color of my heart.

    And now as I begin my rest...
    As the blade tears into my soul...
    It is the end that I see.
    The end is my beginning.

    Placed upon a black coffin,
    My demon wings cut from me.
    My horns, ripped from my skull.
    This is my final resting place?

    As they close the coffin...
    Blackness floods my vision.
    Am i really dead?
    I can still feel...

    I can feel My massacre...
    I can see the soul's of my next victims...
    I can taste...their blood.
    I can hear the screams which they will sing for me...

    I will make them suffer...
    I will make them kill eachother,
    I will make them tear their own hearts out.
    I am the chosen.

    This world will see what real apocalypse is...
    For it is not fire hailing from the sky...
    Nor is it quakes coming from below the ground...
    The apocalypse is me.

    I am the everlasting pain brought upon this earth.
    The slaughter which is about to come.
    Prophets where wrong...no good came from killing me.
    For I am the one, to bring genocide to the earth.