Out of a twisted womb I crawl
The child of stone and tainted blood
And I, I am the chosen
I'm the one ordained to right the hand of God
The meek will drench the altar
Suffer like me
Run, run, run
All will drown beneath the grey tide
As flesh is tolled in the steel hail
Souls are left to howl in the dark wind
And so the end
The many gods drawn to my side
Weave mighty spells, and for all time
I dwell within the ether
Suffer like me
Run, run, run
All will drown beneath the grey tide
Smoking ashes drifting through the sky
A million voices asking why
