March of Insurrection (Eucharist)

A diciple of ancient rites A time when reality was my only shelter from the weak and wicked But now As time has changed I sit here on my exalted throne and king I have now become Foremost in our march of insurrection I am the creation and destruction A purpose of all sacrifies I am all what was ment to be I spread the seed of evil Among the lost I punish Death I will cause Generations are entombed in pain As I have my sword Slaying, twisting Plunging through their souls Come fallen angels, follow me now On through the path of insurrection