Оригинален текст
a figure for the closing of
time, the antagonist divine
void of vacant word, one
final answer to be heard
i will carry my decree into a
storm of lead
this is total war,
for the tolerance is dead
to my last breath
i'm someone to hate
i will spit upon the idol for
which you stand
i will carry the weight
i will bury your deception
with a wrathful hand
heart is cold, and my
weapons are washed in blood
i avow to the call on high
my resolve in the blessed above,
in this ever-consuming divid