The Horns (Disfear)

I'm the knife on the throat of your father, Your son and your holy ghost I'm the bastard son The spawn of god The pretender to the throne In the shadows of the horns, The world is that ablaze Nation after nation, Going down in flames Angel of mercy you sound Like a broken record reapeating You curse you turn the ofter Cheek hell, it unfurls Salvation set in reverse