Heathens on the ground below Rot in their new Sodom Their sinful ways lead them astray God's light they've forgotten I am the prophet that they await My arc will bring redemption I will wipe them from this world For their many transgressions The seed of the prophet shall seat the throne And drown in flames, the mountains of man Through baptismal waters I shall be cleansed The seed of the prophet shall seat the throne And drown in flames, the mountains of man Through baptismal waters I shall be cleansed I will be born again I purified on their behalf To show them a new Eden But they rejected paradise The weak and fickle heathens And as they drown in sin and lies They'll beg for our return But when we come we'll torch their lands And watch their cities burn The seed of the prophet shall seat the throne And drown in flames, the mountains of man Through baptismal waters I shall be cleansed The seed of the prophet shall seat the throne And drown in flames, the mountains of man Through baptismal waters I shall be cleansed I will be born again