Born of the jackal Blessed by sin Worthless servant, abandoned Unseen hands Embrace from the sky I can hear hell (calling) Upon the altar Cast in stone I invoke the coming of gods I concede to whore's desire I am the waiting Born of the jackal Blessed by sin I foresee the coming of the end I can feel the cold touch beyond Burnt by the sun For touching god Branded evil Mark of the beast I am the one chosen below