Scar of the Deceiver

Poisoned by your creed

Kill the faith to cure the sickness

Down on your knees

Prove to me you'll die for your belief

And when I purge all the morals you breed

To be clean, to be clean

For the coming collapse of your dream

Your scattered bones will build my effigy

I wear the scar of the deceiver

And in the end when I've turned your lives to dust

And obliterated every trace of you from my mind

I'll be free to make this world my own

Don't cry to me, this is what you want

This is what you asked for

This is your prophecy

And I've come to see it through