As you crawled on your kness
And your leader was a whip
As your blood flows down your face
And burned in your wounds of pain
As you were one with wood
By the woek of satans smith
As you hung under the sun
And cold steel sent you to hell
I was the crown on your head
The cross on your back
I was the nails on your flesh
The spear of your death
My legions are born in the land of shadows
No book and no lies were needed
They find me in their hearts
Do you really think I want the weak?
In the circle of fire
Is no room for your lambs
They will fail like all the others
You can't kill me in a lion cave
I am the sword of the black jewel throne
A sword of evil on the neck of your lambs
I am the gate of the black jewel throne
A gate made by blood in the deepest nights of hell
