Sulphur scepter, brimstone crown Bow before the fowlest thrones Rising from wisdom to scorn Riding and sealing the truth I am the bringer of plagues Not by my hand but by your truth The burning devotion of your slaves The black band that viciously swathes I am the qualm of no end The deceitful pledge to fill your dismay A veil of libels to conceal your contempt A self-made clay idol whose vanity reigns Godmaker - empty praise Godmaker - to fill your dreams A thriving illusion For a starving mankind A spirit delusion To torment entwined Godmaker - the craft of negation Godmaker - burden of creation Flay the dead to enshroud the living Herd the weak to shear with bloodied blades With crosses and tokens and moons A harvest of gilded submission I am the smoke from the void The ghost you shaped from the welkin afar Forlorn and forsworn, but never destroyed A wraith of damnation that comes from the stars