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