To the almighty up there in the heavens
Bless us, Bless us Oh Lord
Without you I know no love, no hate
Bless my sinful soul, protect me from death

Shedding the tears of loss, the rebel rises inside
Marking the sad end, the honourary demise
Feeling like the thorn of a beautiful flower
Which is thrown away, has no desire
The blissful ignorance of the events to come
Bleekness approach to life, reserved for some
Apoplexi, was what came
When God gave a apophthegm

As the clouds cleared, it was God's time to tell
"I HATE YOU MY SON, GO TO HELL"

The pain to bear, to bear outrance
The gruesome days to come along with the growing pains
Angels and Demons fight to survive
None will live, death is in each strive
No more tears, no more cries
It is the time for the sacrifice
The apoplexi came again
Following the holy blood rain

And as the clouds cleared, God spoke again
"I STILL HATE YOU SON, I'M HAPPY THAT YOU ARE SLAIN"