An open book a will of life    A Gathering of sorts, strings pull the chord    Contusions unfold beneath the dermal layers    Silence uplifts the structure    Nailed and fixed, An ornament to the cause    A slave to his will, Reconstructed to uphold    I will be reborn, Lives ripped and torn    An abomination reborn    Inconceivable power unleashed, Pure evil set forth    To crush the skulls of many and bend the will of the unknowing    Sins of his will, Strings pull the chord    Forced upon you, Absorbs into me sins reborn    Strings of his will, Strings pull the chord    Forced upon you, Absorbs into me sins reborn    Bow down before me, Heed my call    Restitution of all sins    Bow down before me, Heed my call    Be delivered through me