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, 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