Baptized in thorns Forlorn in a cradle of blades A dismal anthem for the living The aristocracy of evil Through the cornerstone of fear Brings rules of intransigence When his perfect design fails to the core We refuse empty words of deliverance Light of truth Is pure relentless death Reveal the wounds from within Evidence the unholy configuration of hatred So we rise anointed in blood The lepper becomes righteous Dethrone the father Make his kingdom return to dust