The Son of Misery Thy Art Is Murder

I, the child of light
Siren of sanity
Scepter of the realm of absolute morality
I breathe the fire of the gods
The wisdom of the wicked
Consuming all

Carved out from stone
Commandments of deception
Ten lies to lead the weak
A tyrant to the congregation
Gather the flock
Bring them within the holy spire
Give them death, give them sin
Give them fire

Only ashes left to burn
Nothing shall return
Our destiny defined
Nothing will survive

Feed the mouths of sons and daughters
With the carcass of your father
Nothing will survive

Immortal relic
Raised to the heavens
Guide them by flame
Return unto me