You have fallen now From the hand of God Come to my embrace Triumph of the Ram I will build this temple made from Rams horns A tribute to our darkened lord Come on in, we welcome you Light the candles, for the dead Burning evil, scent of d**h
Sense of power Thirteen years I built a structure made from rams horns Although the Christian faith tells me to be warned I watched it grow I made it bleed I never turned my back I saw the horn of the ram and I made it black