East of Eden

To wander the earth in exile
To exist beyond the seen
To carry the blessing and the curse
And the scythe to kill this dream

We bear the mark of the first born
Father of adversarial form
Race of Cain storm the sky and cast god down to earth

I am the fire
I am the divine
I am the power
The wisdom before time

O’ Qayin Corronatus Rex Mortis
Open up the gates of hell!
Behold now as the divine flame
Overwhelms rotten, clay-born frame
O' fire-crowned path opened
Abel’s Blood the gateway to this plane

We are the shadowy horns
We are the lurkers in god deformed
We are the killers of man
Opposer of YAHWEH in all his forms

We are the letters of blood
We who exist within, without
Beyond this prison of flesh
An one by one your lives are threshed

OTH!