Filthy, stripped of feelings
I throw dice
Chains of madness are broken
I change the fate
Rotten crosses at crossroads
are desperately lonely
Ruins burned temples altars in oblivion
Sacred icons torn by wind, weathered
and blurred
Infirm, deadly priest in a torn habit
He brings the light In chaos
He destroys rotten rules
He makes a new order
There he comes, Lucifer
I am the chosen one, gravedigger of bodies
I am the priest, confessor of souls
Chalice of sacrifice is full of blood
Thrown dice changed the fate
Ashes and ruins, blood and sweat
Wind carries the stench of death from afar
We destroyed the old and create the new
Act of destruction is an act of creation
We are conquerors of a new world
We are liberators from shackles
We are chosen ones from rabble
You are the sacrifice on the altar of god
He brings the light In chaos
He destroys rotten rules
He makes a new order
There he comes, Lucifer
