A diseased saint with a mind set to unease, Wishes again to break through the porled gate. His scattered wings reminds of beauty set to fade, But still in his eyes burns with redeeming hate. Reap I've come to reap these fields, To scorn the flesh of the holy Heaven's gates set to flames, And crumble those in faith. Down with the most high, oh vanity of dear vanities. A fallen one to becoming the hunger of depraved. A monger of truth to all revealing the path of fire. I've nourished through time in the veil of desire. Oh the great opposer! Transcending skin into scales. Oh the great opposer! Splitting tongue like thy faith. Oh the great opposer! Transcending skin into scales. Oh the great opposer! Splitting tongue like thy faith. Reap I've come to reap this fields, To scorn the flesh of the holy. Heaven's gates set to flames, And crumble those in faith. Down with the most high. Down with the most high!