I'm a killing machine
A superior being
I'm a diamond of hate
The son of catastrophes
I'm the warrior of hope
I'm the king of your soul
I'm the holder of one hundred thousand legacies

I feel beyond your dim eyes
All I smell is disease
The wanton sinful neglect
Of a divine pure spirit
It's time for you to now pray
The church of sinners awaits
Now what your fear and you hate
Will be unleashed upon you

Rise again Hellish sun
Where is your God for shelter?