Voice of God with a crooked tongue Hands of saints paving golden roads Over hoof prints in the sand Deafening choirs silencing the truth Unto my eyes We'll become one Mark of angels All to those who heed my divine sermon We shall baptize In blood of the Son Wings of Gabriel Hellfire burns For the Servant of worms Blaspheming an Ungodly one Reign of Crows This wicked priest in delusions of grandeur Sends souls of innocent to their early graves For the Words of a silent God Now I realize I am no one Mark of beleal Woe to those who heard my divine sermon Though I despise The blood of the Son Wings of peril Hellfire burn I was the devils servant