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