The second Death becomes me  as I stand in front of god  I swear out loud I Hate him, Kill him  and that he will rot  I must burn in Hell, suffer  and pay for my sins  but god's the one who is loosing  Satan always wins    Hell at last  I'm dying fast  Through the gates  into the regions of Hell  Eager to meet the angel  who fell    Faul, nasty god  It's not heaven I wish to go  I'd rather die forever  I'm of Satan's bloodline    I will make your angels Kill for me  I, profider of Death  I, ensnarer of life  I will mark the angels as mine    So plaque me with those pathetic angels  highest in degree  I will make them kill for me  I will mark them as mine