The Second Coming

No more heroes
No more ties
No more saviors
No more lies
Promise me promise me that with a crown of thorns.
I will be made devine in the eyes of the damned
I, I lead the path unto a blackened world
I drank the blood of the saints
I’m a vessel of unholiness
Vessel of unholiness
I am more than a malignant spirit.
I will spread my plague until the sun blacks out
Promise me, x3