You've cast aside your legions.
And like demons from the gates,
We perform our work in shadows.

Don't think we fear your strength, when we know where weakness lies,
And the vicious hounds of Hell are moving toward your door.

Uneasy should lie the head
That wears the crown of gold,
For vengeance shall be mine.

Though you view yourself a God, beyond the flaw of man,
You've destroyed the body, and now the head must die.

The forces once behind you,
Are aligning now against you.
Can you taste your own defeat?

For just as mighty Caesar trusted his betrayer,
The ones that you must fear are ones that you once knew.