Curse you, all men 

whose coil is strong. 

I recognise the sparrows heart 

beneath the theatre of misery. 

Disbelivers shalt by dawn 

be forced to forever mourn. 



Curse you, all men 

that resent my empire. 

Cause I have risen again, 

at war this time. 



The truth I speak is your decease. 

My word is your defeat. 



And thou shalt not 

be able to hide anymore. 

The prophecy will conquer at last 

Your sense of reality. 



With mission to kill, 

the theatre of misery. 



He has risen again, 

armed with the source of sin. 

And as humans shalt fade, 

he shalt inherit their strength. 

Men of the damned, 

you will reluctantly 

secure His eternal victory. 



Curse you, all men 

whose coil is strong. 

I recognise the sparrows heart 

beneath the theatre of misery. 

Disbelivers shalt by dawn 

be forced to forever mourn. 



The truth I speak is your decease. 

My word is your defeat. 



Yes, you are indeed the few. 

I am the one.