The Crippled Hand Of Golgotha

Visions of horrific shadows
horn shaped deathbringers
children of a thousand
impaled chest, burning stigmata

I walk the path
To the portals
of infinite torture
cut my flesh! brand me your mark!

Father, I await thee,
I am your spawn!
I will croak on the cross!

The crippled hand of golgotha.

Chained I crawl
I bear the cross
I am the crippled hand
of Golgotha

I will die to rise

Glowing steel, battering ram
now my alignment has changed
I am a shadow of the left hand path
lost in the meander of existence