Born of the jackal
Blessed by sin
Worthless servant, abandoned
Unseen hands
Embrace from the sky
I can hear hell (calling)
Upon the altar
Cast in stone
I invoke the coming of gods
I concede to whore's desire
I am the waiting
Born of the jackal
Blessed by sin
I foresee the coming of the end
I can feel the cold touch beyond
Burnt by the sun
For touching god
Branded evil
Mark of the beast
I am the one chosen below
