A figure for the closing of time
The antagonist divine
Void of vacant word
One final answer to be heard
I will carry my decree
Into a storm of lead
This is total war
My want for tolerance is dead
To my last breath
I am someone to hate
I am someone to hate
I will spit upon the idol
For which you stand
I will carry the weight
I will carry the weight
I will bury your deception
With a wrathful hand
Heart is cold
And my weapons are washed in blood
I avow to the call on high
My resolve in the blessed above
In this ever-consuming divide
A figure for the closing of time
The antithesis defined
Threat to faith untrue
I am the enemy of new
All you advocates of Hell
You corruptors of free will
The culling is nigh
Better get your fill
To my last breath
I am someone to hate
I am someone to hate
I will spit upon the idol
For which you stand
I will carry the weight
I will carry the weight
I will bury your deception
With a wrathful hand
Heart is cold
And my weapons are washed in blood
I avow to the call on high
My resolve in the blessed above
In this ever-consuming divide
I am the cry for the falling of time
Born into the lust within our eyes
Taught to write the scriptures for our lives
We inherit the lies
To my last breath
To my final day
Heart is cold
And my weapons are washed in blood
I avow to the call on high
My resolve in the blessed above
In this ever-consuming divide