As the holy salvation my word shalt be sent aloud* When thou speak in tongues I rob the blessings of thy Lord. The world of old shalt be my kingdom, I seek my truth in wisdom. Let the earth tremble with the purest hate and repent. Thy Lord sends the blessings. Shalt I receive the blessings in gratitude or with heresy? Who shalt I be reckoned with, as the one in blasphemy? I shalt come forth as the all-seeing legacy. I choose to do my exodus and I choose thy plague. Thou choose thy ways to speak in tongues. At the gates of thoughts I stand though the keys I have not yet. Chosen by the new trinity is few, but proud the chosen stand. Seven are the keys to man's own destruction and perdition. Now I have a reason for seeking keys to thy damnation.