Trapped in purgatory, a lifeless object alive
awaiting reprisal, death will be their acquisition
the sky is turning red, return to power draws near
fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, the souls of my treacherous past
betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
your time slips away
Raining blood
from a lacerated sky
bleeding its horror
creating my structure
now i shall reign in blood