A disciple of ancient rites
A time when reality
Was my only shelter
From the weak and wicked
But now
As time has changed
I sit here on my exalted throne
And king I have now become
Foremost in our march of insurrection
I am the creation and destruction
A purpose of all sacrifices
I am all what was meant to be
I spread the seed of evil
Among the lost I punish
Death I will cause
Generations are entombed in pain
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As I have my sword
Slaying, twisting
Plunging through their souls
Come fallen angels, follow me now
On through the path of insurrection