The War Of 1812 - Omega lyrics

Who the f** do you think you are? My fists are clenched and my eyes are bloodshot I'm getting dizzy, adrenaline in my veins How could you think that you had a chance? These people worship the ground I walk on You f**ed up, this is your dying day Hold your hands to the sky and wish for forgiveness I'm not your merciful god and I don't see him around So bow before my feet or you will fall to the ground I am the Messiah, I've k**ed Alpha And now I'm taking Omega's place Time is running out Fallen angels sing as we dig your grave As we dig your grave And as you let out your last gasping breath No one can hear you, there's nothing left No one can hear you, there's nothing left The time is upon us so pray to your god But you've been lied to No one can save you from this hell