With primal roar, thunder and trumpets
I proclaim my vicious hunt
Carried by the southern wind
And cloaked by dimming of the light

My senses are keen
There’s no escaping from my smoldering grasp
Loafers and wimps shall all be left for dead

Be women, be men
Frenzy bestowed alike
Muscle and metal fused by bolt cascading from the sky

The scent of terror
Agitation
Crosses inverted in the halls of saintly masturbation

Shadow foretells deceasing
Full drainage of the veins

Spine-whipping shivers run through body
(Cold) left in disdain

The nighthawk
Centuries defined
Commandments supreme
Obedience entwined

Wheels of fire sear the heavens in search for unwary prey
Enveloping the atmosphere in pitch black domain

Despairing sensation of escaping of life
A bounty for enduring disguise

Pathfinder of monuments manufactured by mankind
Throughout my voyage seeds are sown next to
Devilish and fretting grind

All answers are here
Judge and jury, so near
Closure of existence unclear

Purge of a realm
I feed the (bloodline)
Equilibrium of times

I am the one to trace the path
Besiege the temple and slay the iconoclast

I stride (I stride) through
Most ravenous fields (ravenous fields)
Melancholia bound
Miscreated light

Hear the wolf

With primal roar, thunder and trumpets
I proclaim my vicious hunt
Carried by the southern wind
And cloaked by dimming of the light

And as the black fire scorches rejects
I shall dethrone the twisted architect

Savior to none

Befouled by the scriptures
I am the one that should not be