Caught by the neck like a ragged cat
Dangling in the iron fist like a filthy slab of septic flesh
A sight for sore eyes this self-proclaimed God
Helpless in the hands of a mere angel
When the cat is gone we dance having the feast of our lives. / for our human race this is our golden days
This is our day of celebration, this is your time of detention / this our messianic coronation, is your millennium in chains
We know you will return to launch your final attack
You haunt our dreams until we are utterly rid of you
Like a festering boil in the body of existence
Ready to burst the skin and kindle hell of earth
The time lock snapped and the reign of peace was ended
The earth was cracked and the powers of hell ascended
