Imprisoned in reality, in virtue, and in time
Fools wish to take what is rightfully mine

I'm surrounded by their greed and hypocrisy
I burn with rage and animosity


My blood runs cold with hate and jealousy
But THEY shall be crushed when I have victory
Fear will overcome them when I let loose my battle-cry

The power ov mighty Satan will ensure that they die!

Fool! Servant! Now I am your king!

Bow before me lest ye be destroyed

My power is eternal! I am beyond time!

You are a worthless slave to my will

In battle you were defeated

In slavery you dwell
Ripped apart by daemon steel
And embraced by arms ov Hell


My blood runs cold with hate and jealousy
But THEY shall be crushed when I have victory

Fear will overcome them when I let loose my battle-cry
The power ov mighty Satan will ensure that they die!