Even in darkness my eyes are able to see...

A pentagram scratched into the surface of a bloodstone

Drop by drop the blood seeps out of the deep notch

Slowly it fills the five-winged star

In the light of flickering torches

The crowd is preparing his ascension

Bloodspawn - they are nothing, only dust in my hands

Bloodspawn - only a grain of sand in his universe

Bloodspawn - a descendant of the ancient powers he is

The magical words are whispered - the ritual goes on

Frightened the crowd is waiting for the onе who will come

Suddenly a claw materializеs out of the blood

A second one clings deeply into the stone

A bloodfountain turns into a human shape

Full of contempt his eyes wander through the rows

Each of them has to serve

Each of them has to die for him

Their simple minds believe in their individual thoughts

Which seem to distinguish from other creatures

They act on orders and on rules

They practice rituals that were only made to enslave them

They are marionettes in the hand

Of a grey eminence in behind

Bloodspawn - they are nothing, only dust in my hands

Bloodspawn - only a grain of sand in his universe

Bloodspawn - a descendant of the ancient powers he is

Now they invoked him to lead them into war

A war against the disciples of God

But they are unable to recognize the chain and the ropes

That tyrannize the other side, too

So lead them like lambs to the slaughter

May tiheir blood run through my halls

And purify the chambers from the stench of ingorance

In their final moment they might recognize

That their whole life until now was predistined

So lead them towards my throne and let them bow down

Show them the world they have been longed for

For one moment let them realize the truth

End their mean and absurd lifes

So bring them all to me, my bloodspawned son