Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal

Death will be their acquisition
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near

Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past

Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away

Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror

Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood