Planted are the seeds that will carry out the deeds
For the deity's plot bestows knowledge to the slaves
And a path to be paved for his majesty to burn like coal
There is no escaping this horror
Drunken with a rage of his infidelity
A deity of black is set
The darkness has spawned, this cannot be undone
This blackened, wretched heart
Seeks nothing more than to devour
The pestilence of man resides in its final hour
Setting out to destroy the king
Forging creations with apostasy
The cloak of his vile malicious intent relies
On abundant gifts of wealth, prosperity and lies
Willingly deceived by the luxury received
And the taste of fleshly impure acts with filthy fallacies
There is no innocence to behold
Blinded by debauchery thoughtlessly extolled
Consumed by the fruits of wickedness
And deliverance of the soul
Entwined with a plot of treachery
A betrayal unforetold
Blasphemy, through the eyes of the one true architect
And the shepherd let them wander into exile
Penance and regret
The blackened, wretched one
Seeks nothing more than to devour
The pestilence of man resides in its final hour
A web of lies will be the gate for all the tragedy
To resonate inside the hearts of man and build an infantry
To rectify and over throw the king
(Lead: M. Low)
(Lead: M. Pugh)

Slaves to his plot and cravings will be
The foundation for his masterpiece
A gateway to time and space is his desire
To breach Heaven's gates with unholy fire

(Lead: R. Santolla)

Sinister acts severed them from their salvation
And the paradise from which they came
For their inept existence has cursed them all as his slaves
Mere pawns of the agenda allow the nemesis to convey
Whispers in the ears of man, pure lies to seal their fate
This blackened, wretched heart
Seeks nothing more than to devour
The pestilence of man resides in its final hour