At the window he sits,
Majestic-like on his throne.
Evil man with bestial sins,
Of unorthodox trials.
The gatekeeper, the gatewatcher,
None shall pass.
His wrath is one that brings asunder,
The poor.
Priest, sacrifice pure deranged blood,
Of the unwanted mutant.
Here sits the watcher, the one who determines.
All vile shall enter,
The emporium of horrific torture,
Till no more shall the Evil One judge.
Let him be judged,
And impaled on the Spikes of Satan
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
