Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have