White lights defiled Black shapes and horns By my command, unleash the storm Raising and forming alive 'Til delights get lost In the sounds and power from hell Blood of the damned Invokes the scorned Their helpless eyes just watching you Drive home thy horn Raising a prophecy of chaos and pain That burst forth from flames to serve What seemed metaphysical But a faith that values darkned souls Knows not that ways of man Overlord Give praise to primal laws Bound by crimson, bound by swords Awaiting one last kiss From unknown Which way should the blood flow Through the heart or out a hole Asks the man about to become Immortal [Lead Jam: Peterson, Smyth] Judging me, judging God, judging you Judging me, judging you, judgmental Judgement failed