Ye who seek my downfall, fingers locked in prayer
Know my raging steel!
Though your hands be empty, god's will is your blade
I will slay you swiftly
Wails on the wind, striking at my soul
Swaying the threads of my fate
Their cowardly cries inspire my vengeance
Hope sundered, icons smashed
With your incantations you hurls spears of faith
Slyly plot against me
In your pious raiment, virtue is your mail
But there's no salvation
Those who dare to hinder the lord of Degsa's stone
My ruthlessness will mute their whispered pleas
Hopelessly beseeching behind a feckless shield
Heaven's grace shall offer no reprieve