The blood on my hands holds no shame
The more I **** the higher my fame
A god of war I claim my throne
For all my sins I could never atone
The righteous I trample under my feet
They are full of lies and deciet
My crimes I wear proudly on my sleeve
I have no reason to decieve
I hold the keys to eternal judgement
I mead out the rewards and punishment
There is blackness on every soul
Life on earth has taken it's toll
If i could I'd wipe every slate clean
But that is well beyond my means
The system is set, the rules in stone
As is the marrow to the bone
You think me evil, you think me cruel
Remember I'm not the One who made the rules
The scales I hold are balanced and true
As long as you have paid your due
You see no one enters for free
This is just the way it has to be
So toil your lives away in the field
And hope you bring in a high enough yield
Me I'd rather weild my sword
And claim I **** for the Lord