Lord of The Lords

I'm the thorn nailed in thy forehead 
The nail that crosses thy feet and hands 
The whip that lashes thy soul 
The lance that impales thy entrails 

I'm the king, the master 
Of all my possessions 
I'm the server, the slave 
Of my sublime dominions 
I'm the guardian of the door 
Which hides paradise 
I'm the last warrior 
The one who looks to shelter my black soul 

I'm the lord of the lords, I'm the decay of thy gods 

I'm the storm that shakes the scarecrow 
The logic that moves a puppet 
I'm the truth that fondles life 
The lie that fondles death 

I'm the fire where thy hopes burn 
The air that shatter thy desires 
The sea where thy faith drown 
The earth raped by thy god 
I'm the wolf that wanders by the deep forest 
And lets flow his primitives instincts 
The lamb that awaits unconscious the ritual 
And buries and scorns his existence 
The heaven, where faith is corrupted 
And thy almighty god die 
The hell, where abstinence is enthroned 
And indulgence is buried