Chosen Below

Born of the jackal 
blessed by sin 
worthless servant, abandoned 
unseen hands 
embrace from the sky 
i can hear hell (calling) 

Upon the altar 
cast in stone 
i invoke the coming of gods 
i concede to whore's desire 
i am the waiting 

Born of the jackal 
blessed by sin 
i foresee the coming of the end 
i can feel the cold touch beyond 

Burnt by the sun 
for touching god 
branded evil 
mark of the beast 
i am the one chosen below