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, 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