Damien

So the beast resides in me Deep down I always knew I never really did fit in So diverse from all of you Let him who comprehends Know the number of the beast It's a number of a man A number just for me As the boy becomes a man Father's minions pave the way Set in motion now, Armageddon, Final conflict, end of days I embrace the hounds of hell And the power they oblige For the task that lies ahead The Nazarene I'll crucify They'll see the raptures of our kingdom They'll see the truth to mankind I'll show what hell truly is The monotony of their lives When the Jews return to Zion And a comet fills the sky The Holy Roman Empire rises And you and I must die From the eternal sea he rises Creating armies on either shore Turning man against his brother Till man exists no more Nazarene, what can you offer? Since the hour you vomited forth from the gaping wound of a woman, you have done nothing but drown mens' soaring desires in a deluge of sanctimonious morality. I was conceived of a jackal. Your pain on the cross was but a splinter compared to the agony of my father. I will drive deeper the thorns into your rancid carcass, you profaner of Isis. Cursed Nazarene, I will avenge thy torment. Now Disciples of the Watch See your Prince of Darkness rise Through famine and destruction The Four Horsemen at my side I demand a victory, I demand a sacrifice Or spend all eternity In the flaccid gut of Christ! --- Damien - Iced Earth