I beheld him in a dream Waiting where the roads cross His suit was white His skin was grey and broken around hollow ebony eyes Like holes in the fabric of existence When he smiled a preacher-smile at me Lightning set the sky ablaze In the flash, I saw maggots crawl beneath his fragile face He sits behind you on a molding throne of ravished corpses and misused technology He lurks around the corner of reality Beyond the realm of rationality
He needs your flesh for his unholy desire He needs your hands for his filthy deeds He needs tongue for his deadly bite His slander and deceit (He is disgraced) (He has no flesh) (All that was fair) (Now twisted and wrong) (Evil, unclean, he burns)
Older than sin itself He is the curse He is the spell Apostate of hell All around him is death He is the beast under your bed He is the darkness in your darkest dream He needs your flesh
His kingdom is smoke and mirrors As hope that dies Where all is death and whispers of the grave His promise is freedom that turns you into a slave Take the road to the cross! He needs your flesh
