An open book a will of life

A Gathering of sorts

Strings pull the chord

Contusions unfold beneath the dermal layers

Silence uplifts the structure

Nailed and fixed

An ornament to the cause

A slave to his will

Reconstructed to uphold

I will be reborn

Lives ripped and torn

An abomination reborn

Inconceivable power unleashed

Pure evil set forth

To crush the skulls of many

And bend the will of the unknowing

Sins of his will

Strings pull the chord

Forced upon you

Absorbs into me sins reborn

Strings of his will

Strings pull the chord

Forced upon you

Absorbs into me sins reborn

Bow down before me, heed my call

Restitution of all sins

Bow down before me, heed my call

Be delivered through me