Where Strides the Behemoth

Condition tomorrow

With visions inlaid

The priest stands to our right

A princess is mine

The regress of some minds

Further chase the prize

Pretentious you follow

Religion is mine

Anger precedes my footsteps

Haunting past comes into head

Horizon seems so far away

This life close to end of days

Kill and I will be damned

Forgive and I will be free

Unify the eyesight

Grow