Raining Blood
Trapped in purgatoryA lifeless object, aliveAwaiting reprisalDeath will be their acquisition
The sky is turning redReturn to power draws nearFall into me, the sky's crimson tearsAbolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous pastBetrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisalYour time slips away
Raining bloodFrom a lacerated skyBleeding its horrorCreating my structureNow I shall reign in blood!
(Noise: Hanneman, King)