Servants Of The Gods

Let it be told
 That our penchant for blood
 Is sacred in design
 Let it be known
 That our penance for our gods
 Is pure and unified
 Heed not for our sins
 For our sins hath no path
 Of impurities
 For it is I who will conquer
 This plane of existence
 Heed not for our scrolls
 For our text hath no path
 Of deviation
 For it is I who will transcend to
 This plane of existence
 We must appease the gods
 For fear of obliteration
 We fast as part of our offerings
 As we pray for the sun and
 The rain to appear
 I shall exact my revenge
 For I am the top of the hierarchy
 Heir to a tradition of unification
 For I am the mother and the father
 And the heart of our domain
 I am the wiseman
 I am a thing of evil