One eyed old man i am
yet i possess the knowledge of thousand sages
an unborn child i am
though i have existed for billion years
the invisible army i am
though the won battle still to come
the father of ambitious and dissapointed i am
brother in sin and abasement
i was judas in your dream
who worshipped money above all
i was the roman warrior
who wounded you and drank the divine blood
i was pilate on your trial
who spat in your pale face
each thorn was a sinful spell
each nail the fulfillment of the revenge
for which i have been waiting for so many years
hatred for thousand holy heads
and also that many daggers pointed at their visages
the fallen angels, mythical daemons
thriumphant in their blasphemy
i am gordon, my name is annihilation
extremination
i am the thousand plagues and afflictions