Born of a Jackal (Lord Vicar)

There’s a cross on the top of the mountain, erected by the hands of fools Time has come for the Beast to be unleashed; He’s bound to rule for thousand years Yet again there are those who oppose him, uplifted by their iron rules Holy fathers from the Christian orders living through their thousand fears Once he was the most powerful Angel, trusting to inhuman dreams Finally he will have his true vengeance; the privileged and Ardent Son. Seed was sown in a disgusting union, breeding in unholy means Everywhere there are crosses on fire, be awake, the Beast has come. Born in a graveyard Of a torn Jackal Hail his ancient Guard, Father fallen from the grace