Awaiting in the wings, he smells of second death
Calling out to all who’ll listen fearing none but one
He wallows in his filth and spits on God on high
And bitch she stands alone, the sun, the moon and sky
The seven bastard suck, the flesh and blood of man
A voice it speaks in black and tells of things to come…
Glory be to God on earth as it is on heaven…
Could this be hell? This could be hell with the devil in my head!
He who is, who was, who is to come
I cannot see, I cannot see, blind lead the blind