Staring death in the face
King of inhuman race
Lightning sets the pace
Antechrist
There is no sweet salvation
Your soul belongs to me
A screaming pain for redemption
My angels watch you bleed
You bleed
You bleed
You bleed
We sell you pain and anger
And thrive on sex and lies
I summon storms to please me
And you beg to the skies
The skies
The skies
The skies