From the shadows I emerged,
Beneath the darkness of iniquity,
To ascend into the NeverDead,
To take my place in infamy,
Before the throne I crumbled, Conquered in His Majesty,
To consume me with His Power, And destroy me with His Glory.
Darkened spirits of old,
Arise to acquire the flesh,
Devoured and imprisoned,
By the Firstborne of the Dead.
Blood Sacrifice pouring out,
To the alter I would kneel,
Taking everything that I am,
And using me for your will,
Covered with timeless power, Concealed by a shroud of gore,
The likeness of humanity, Enslaved to death no more.
Darkened spirits of old,
Arise to acquire the flesh,
Devoured and imprisoned,
By the Firstborne of the Dead.
Evil spirits struggle in malevolence, Degradation crumbles in sickness,
The ancient serpent tortured in agony, He will bow before in misery,
Firstborne of the Dead,
Beneath his feet the strong lay broken, Confirmation of prohpecies spoken
Restoration of everything taken, Delivered from the threat of Satan.
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