For the one who assumes, for the judge of our plight.
For the man or the woman whom dies on this night.
I am the reaper, I gather your blood,
In the goblet of fire that flows like a flood
For the water that runs through the gates of this hell,
For the souls of the damned, for the martyrs that fell.
For the hope of the hopeless, we spiral in flame,
As we scream for a saviour, for the one whos to blame.
We are damned by a god who enjoys our damnation,
For we are the heirs to the pain of creation.