Do you mean to challenge me?
Because your speech is threatening
to the writer of your history,
Through a future perverted by envy.
Your whisper may sway the weak,
but when I speak it roars the sea.
Your challenge has been met,
because with a breath I could snap your neck.
This won't be like the first
time you tried,
Because my patience and mercy
for you has run dry.
You've watered among my bride and
started seeds to feed your throning flight.
I will sing to the world your
storm is capturing
And the angles will join me...
We will sing to a world reborn
from suffering.
But mark my words,
Because if that tree keeps
them from seeing me
I will burn off your limbs and you will
never shade again.
You will bow at my feet
or I'll rip out your knees
And make of your face all the carnage
you crave.
I am the Finisher and I am Forever.
I will sing to the world your
storm is capturing
And the angels will join me...
We will sing to a world reborn
from suffering.
From the armories the angels sing. You
will see them end this suffering.
From the armories the angels sing. You will
fear them when they lift their wings.
They will sing to a world reborn.
They will sing as I cut off your horns.
I'll cut off your horns.