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Anointed by a vermillion rain

I rip the veil, shifting planes

Baptized at last in this polluted storm

And the promised Hell finally takes form

Plunge this place into the pit of everlasting pain

Let them see all that awaits

For the judgment of the slain.

I bear the sacred flames of truth

From their souls, all distortion I will purge.

With ardor and sword, I cleave despotic flesh

Unmask the tyrants and sing the devils’ dirge.

Gaze now upon the forms of your foes

Do you deny them of their control?

All comforts they have bestowed?

[Or] do you remain a slave to your woes?

This place is for the fallen, and so it falls to thee

It was my judgment that you allow your eyes to see

Now, the choice is yours and I have sacrificed my wings

May you find release from the reign of the Jagged King.