A Perilous Path To Ruin

So I set to wander, questions
Revelations mine to ponder
Adrift in a fugue and burdened so by his call

What shall it profit a man
Should it be these lives are ended by my hand?
After all I share blood
With that bastard and his son

But still
If I am to answer my friend
If among the elect I still claim to stand
Is it not my duty
To wreak vengeance as His hand?

So I shall dash them 'gainst the stones

Weep Sinners
The reckoning is at hand
I come before the Son of Man

You are liars and witches
Who speak naught but filth
O'er cursed altars shalt your blood be spilled

O Father, their roots grow sick with rot
And the fruit falls not far from the tree
Thus in righteous fury
I shall grind their bones to dust

Dost thou not see
How they tremble at thy feet?
The perverse and the wicked
Their flesh be thine to reap

For the black and iniquitous, I come
A Holy Avenger of Blood
Golden Sword in hand

Save me your sorrows
Spare me your tears
This work has only just begun

Oh dear brother, bereft of mothers virtue
It seems we share only her blood
Cursed thou art, and destined to rot
Blessed is he who is Chosen by God

Like a flood
Drown me in his blood

Father
Failure
Sinner
Satan's Son

Father
Failure
Sinner
Satan's Son

Father
Failure
Sinner
Satan's Son