[Originally by Slayer]
    trapped in purgatory, a lifeless object alive
  awaiting reprisal, death will be their acquisition
  the sky is turning red, return to power draws near
  fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
  abolish the rules made of stone
    pierced from below, the souls of my treacherous past
  betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
    awaiting the hour of reprisal
  your time slips away
    raining blood
  from a lacerated sky
  bleeding its horror
  creating my structure
  now I shall reign in blood