In the eye of the believer The truth is crystal clear A self-fulfilling spectre, so assured of fate The light now shines through you An ultraviolet razor But every light must cast a shadow And there I'll wait Observe the masses sinning My leprous fingers close Events and time so liquid Await the bitter end Serve the God's, or serve yourself Both, in the end, the same Kill time with grace and style But only for a while Now it's time for me to turn the screw Until I've bled the reason out of you Then we'll be fulfilling this morbid prophecy Apex of the disease Violent fantasy Endorsing the extreme Save me, for I have wandered too deep Into a nightmare stuck on re-repeat Morbid prophecy Your pitiful existence serves only to deny my wrath Counting down the years like so many grains of sand In the hourglass of your inevitable decay Drifting oblivious into ruin I will have your soul! Refraction of obliteration Microbial feast of flesh Commencing the incineration Evaporate humanity Eradicate humanity Morbid prophecy Apex of the disease Violent fantasy Morbid prophecy