I manifest myself in your nightmares
A frigid sweat drips burning in your eyes
Slow death for a man who tells many secrets
Even slower for the man who tells only lies

The wicked blade runs down your spine
A skulking shadow of fear

Climb the branches of your family tree
And count the number still alive
Flames of time burn the broken limbs
And burn the leaves of those who've died
Now the blood flows into my hands
The mortal coil rests in my palm
A lake of fire
Blood flows into the stream

Hell awaits the sinners, but earth contains the slaves
Servants of war, hate and bias to blame
Throughout mankind one thing remains the same
You will die and fear me