I am the man that defends all things profane 6000 years is the time that I shall reign And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine Impurity made the blood turn into wine Old man, dead hand If only in their insanity The lie feeds off their greed Jesus wept I am the pain that feeds off your weakness A sickening born of hate not of the blessed And with that time I will crush all things they prey Destroying all from the known to the arcane Old man, dead hand If only in their insanity The lie feeds off their greed Jesus wept Bun my eyes and try to blind me Bury me so they won't find me Try to suck my power empty Got no crown of thorns on me So burn my eyes and try to blind Bury me so they won't find Try to suck my power dry You got no crown of thorns on me Old man, dead hand If only in their insanity The lie feeds off their greed Jesus wept