I am the false prophet in tribulation,
I’m seeking mighty goals and reputation,
I serve the prince of hell; he’s not forgotten,
And there so many fell, and now they’re rotten.
I search from town to town to drag who I can down,
Don’t step in my path.
I’ve got you in my sights, you can’t escape me,
I’ve taken all your rights; my mark will set you free,
Just let me brand your hide, assume my genocide,
I stand for all to see; my mark makes you like me.
I search from town to town to drag who I can down,
Don’t step in my path.
By my device I quickly kindle the fire of wrath from my inferno, and savour the lost who have been tricked by me,
My anger rides high for those who’ve escaped me up and through the sky,
They have deprived me, and still there are some who won’t bow down to me,
They won’t bow down to me,
They serve another: a God they cannot see, and keep on running from my raging terror to be,
My satisfaction won’t be fulfilled,
They must bow down to me or I’ll have them killed.
I search from town to town to drag who I can down,
Don’t step in my path,
I search from town to town to drag who I can down,
Don’t step in my path,
Don’t step in my path,
Don’t step in my path.
