In the eye of the believer
The truth is crystal clear
A self-fulfilling spectre, so assured of fate

The light now shines through you
An ultraviolet razor
But every light must cast a shadow
And there I'll wait

Observe the masses sinning
My leprous fingers close
Events and time so liquid
Await the bitter end

Serve the God's, or serve yourself
Both, in the end, the same
Kill time with grace and style
But only for a while

Now it's time for me to turn the screw
Until I've bled the reason out of you
Then we'll be fulfilling this morbid prophecy

Apex of the disease
Violent fantasy
Endorsing the extreme

Save me, for I have wandered too deep
Into a nightmare stuck on re-repeat

Morbid prophecy

Your pitiful existence serves only to deny my wrath
Counting down the years like so many grains of sand
In the hourglass of your inevitable decay
Drifting oblivious into ruin
I will have your soul!

Refraction of obliteration
Microbial feast of flesh
Commencing the incineration
Evaporate humanity
Eradicate humanity

Morbid prophecy

Apex of the disease
Violent fantasy
Morbid prophecy