Visions of horrific shadows
horn shaped deathbringers
children of a thousand
impaled chest, burning stigmata
I walk the path
To the portals
of infinite torture
cut my flesh! brand me your mark!
Father, I await thee,
I am your spawn!
I will croak on the cross!
The crippled hand of golgotha.
Chained I crawl
I bear the cross
I am the crippled hand
of Golgotha
I will die to rise
Glowing steel, battering ram
now my alignment has changed
I am a shadow of the left hand path
lost in the meander of existence
