Humble yourself, give him a bow Bow down, this is your Lord Renounce your pride, give him a bow Humble yourself Don't wair, or his wrath will strike you Renounce your price, give him a bow Give a bow, or else he'll curse your name Satan, my brother - peace or anger He has made a choice and since then evil has come upon the earthly paradise d**h picks his harvest Sin and disease rages, the world is suffering - a victim of his price d**h picks his harvest Give him a bow, damned is your name This is a hand - your last chance - don't reject it He bleeds, wails, staggers But is still alive Without a birthmark each enemy Blasphemy doesn't have it's end And once the Lord loved him He sat down among the angels at his feet But pride and conceit drove him to rebellion Torture by wild temptation He walked away, first promising revenge and d**h He longed for power And since then the battle has been going on And the one who fights hasn't brought peace but the sword Who will win this war? Give him a bow, damned is your name This is a hand - your last chance - don't reject it Father, why did you banish me? In my madness I've sown sin Forgive me, Father, I hate you! I want blood and your souls!