White lights defiled  Black shapes and horns  By my command, unleash the storm    Raising and forming alive  'Til delights get lost  In the sounds and power from hell    Blood of the damned  Invokes the scorned  Their helpless eyes just watching you  Drive home thy horn    Raising a prophecy of chaos and pain  That burst forth from flames to serve    What seemed metaphysical  But a faith that values darkned souls  Knows not that ways of man  Overlord    Give praise to primal laws  Bound by crimson, bound by swords  Awaiting one last kiss  From unknown    Which way should the blood flow  Through the heart or out a hole  Asks the man about to become  Immortal  [Lead Jam: Peterson, Smyth]    Judging me, judging God, judging you  Judging me, judging you, judgmental  Judgement failed