I am the crown of Gallia I am the oak in the nemeton I am the servant of Antumnos’ children I am the will of our Gods Thou shalt know me by my fruits Ambicatus is my name I, high king Sovereign and servant Holder of divine

I wish I knew nothing at all Oh, I'm missing all the things I knew Yet wish I knew nothing at all Three's my lucky number And fortune comes in threes But I wish I knew that number That even little children seem to see Oh, I'm missing everything I knew

I was born in ashes of molten hatred Raised by 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 become become the resurrection of the evil one 'Yknow that I don't fucking care If I live

I was once a man before I transformed Into this molester, freshly deceased children You have born, torn by my rape The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse I will violate Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction I open the coffin Sick

With my lightnin' bolts a glowin' Somethin' filled up My heart with nothin' Someone told me not to cry Now that I'm older My heart's colder And I can see that it's a lie Children wake up Hold your mistake up

It's not where we're coming from It's how we turn from here We know where we want to go My mother would tell me Better stay in line You gotta look for the magic If there's a way there comes a time Let the children play We just need the line to get us

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away Don't you hear me calling you In the land that our grandchildren knew In the year of '39 assembled here the volunteers In the days when lands were few Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny

You're always on my mind And I never minded being on my own Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home To be where you are But even closer to you, you seem so very far And now I'm reaching out with every note I sing And I hope it gets to you on

I don't need a reason, and I won't tell you why I'll just take you to hell by the edge of my scythe! The slayings at Bodom from so long ago Still carry a secret, of which nobody knows A seed that was planted as the night turned to dawn Will now bring me

In the night I crave to feel your breath And your touch like angel of death And forced to make you dead A glance to my eyes, deep within reveals This worn-out warrior's mind I'm killing you by suffering Discomposure of a deepest kind In the dawn I'm in