Feeble sufferers on their way Celestial palace is where they head Crawling low presenting backs adorned With burden by their beloved father Unrelentingly lashing whips Submissively welcomed Martyr's bloody offering Fear they so suffer clamps their souls yet its not great enough as they beg for more These prayers won't go unheard The frigid eyes watch over your puny timid souls Enraptured by deceitful voice He'll drown you in his bloodlust And mire you in sickness Affording everyone seeds of discord Collected to celebrate We'll witness the collapse Of the ladder of virtues burying you all The invincible mark withing Induces a scarcity of suffering it's the mark of the wicked Hidden behind a veil of innocence Have a rest fatigued ones Find comfort in sheer misery Sent straight from above Dreaming you will dissipate Raise the sword in benediction At your children this swarm None shall ever see those pastoral Blissful landscapes of elysium