Bridles of Incitatus

I want to watch them all die
 Lay upon the ground and make me your idol
 so Resurrection
 I have become a god
 I am your conquering messiah
 I am your dogs of war
 With ropes wrapped around her ankles
 Incitatus will begin his march
 With bloods mist frozen on the skull
 Horned god of pity can retrieve the corpses
 So resurrect me
 I have become a god
 This is what it feels like
 To live to be a god
 Anchor the wooden cross
 Trampled by blood and power
 Sister let the Christians sort out their hierarchy
 and slaves
 Oh, I grow them for their bones
 I am bored with this Parade of flesh
 Time to choose a king
 My pleasures rely on a slow death
 Eyes open for a proud warrior
 I have seen my end
 This bloods mist frozen on the skull
 I have seen an end
 Infant holocaust
 I have seen the end
 Crowned in bones
 This is what it feels like to die a god