Here I come   to unleash your souls   to swallow the forms   to destroy the shells   bow to me   kiss the sword   bow to the Scourge of God      it's not even the matter of taste   I hardly ever drink blood   I feed on hopes and illusions   on what you mortals call life   the murderer - you say   I'd say - the Healer   the murderer - you say   I'd say - the Savior      Who to himself is law, no law does need   Offends no law and is a king indeed      Hear the broken bells chime   mute war marches in your heart   dismal psalm of rusty knives   freezing hymn of emperors   hymn of emperors to come   stakes sown by my hand   red dust under my feet   when the gods sleep   I rule this lousy world      armless prophets fall   armed prophets win   bow to me