From the recording Ultra Mortem

Lyrics

You build your world on hollow dreams
Chasing gods you’ve never seen
You kneel to crosses kiss the air
While truth and reason drown in prayer
The Nazarene your wounded king
Will kneel before the storm I bring
Whispers filled the mouths of men
The Beast shall rise again

Seraphim burn in judgment’s wake
The gates will fall heaven will quake
I march on high with sulphur breath
And trade the Tree of Life for death
I rise not beastly, wild or blind
But cold, precise with sharpened mind
A crownless king with serpent eyes
Behold the man who made God die