Run fast
Away from that pure
Black and terrible
Point of truth
This cannot be it
This cannot be all
If you run, hide
Insanity waits
Smashing your face with the
Hammer of Awe
You cannot escape the heavenly doom
No escape
No retreat
Face the front
No more running from
Nastrond Nastrond
Leave your life behind
Nastrond Nastrond
For your new home
Nastrond Nastrond
You'll be made anew
Nastrond Nastrond
In the howling fire
God is dead
Hope is gone
Love is lost
In the home I shall not want
In this hell
Of my choice
I don't have
To hear your lies
Become
What you
Always
Knew you were
Shake the cold
Black hand of death.
Instantly scattering
Former gods
Like roaches they crawl on the fiery ground
Flames don't lie
Flames don't lie
I knock on the door
I see the thousand faced god
The mirror is clear
I instantly know
That for all of time
I am, I am, I am
I am
You are
What you've
Always
Been
I am, I am, I am
I motherf*cking am