Planted are the seeds that will carry out the deeds 

 For the deity's plot bestows knowledge to the slaves 

 And a path to be paved for his majesty to burn like coal 

 There is no escaping this horror 

 Drunken with a rage of his infidelity 

 A deity of black is set 

 The darkness has spawned, this cannot be undone 

 This blackened, wretched heart 

 Seeks nothing more than to devour 

 The pestilence of man resides in its final hour 

 Setting out to destroy the king 

 Forging creations with apostasy 

 The cloak of his vile malicious intent relies 

 On abundant gifts of wealth, prosperity and lies 

 Willingly deceived by the luxury received 

 And the taste of fleshly impure acts with filthy fallacies 

 There is no innocence to behold 

 Blinded by debauchery thoughtlessly extolled 

 Consumed by the fruits of wickedness 

 And deliverance of the soul 

 Entwined with a plot of treachery 

 A betrayal unforetold 

 Blasphemy, through the eyes of the one true architect 

 And the shepherd let them wander into exile 

 Penance and regret 

 The blackened, wretched one 

 Seeks nothing more than to devour 

 The pestilence of man resides in its final hour 

 A web of lies will be the gate for all the tragedy 

 To resonate inside the hearts of man and build an infantry 

 To rectify and over throw the king 

 

 (Lead: M. Low) 

 (Lead: M. Pugh) 

 

 Slaves to his plot and cravings will be 

 The foundation for his masterpiece 

 A gateway to time and space is his desire 

 To breach Heaven's gates with unholy fire 

 

 (Lead: R. Santolla) 

 

 Sinister acts severed them from their salvation 

 And the paradise from which they came 

 For their inept existence has cursed them all as his slaves 

 Mere pawns of the agenda allow the nemesis to convey 

 Whispers in the ears of man, pure lies to seal their fate 

 This blackened, wretched heart 

 Seeks nothing more than to devour 

 The pestilence of man resides in its final hour