Since the day of my birth I have been destined for things beyond the reach of mortal man Things all the things being ordained by evil and darkness All materialistic things, riches and such are mine for the taking throughout the land Since birth, I was marked with the pentagram from hell's fiery abyss. Even at my birth my real mothered died, as me a terrible sin From her womb was delivered into the world Raised by a family of the cloth they had no idea I would be most evil, among men My life was looked upon as most evil as it unfurled. The mark, the mark of the beast From my beginnings, I embraced evil and the dark Thinking of goodness and charity, was on my mind the least Evil and darkness within, my body being an ark. No one can stop me I dare them to try Most of me are scared, I don't have to ask why On my shoulder, the mark, showing the destiny away from which I would not shy Feeling the power, within my being, that would cause many to cry. I except my destiny with open arms, glad to embrace my fate I would only pay with my soul, for this power of domination, I don't think a high cost My soul would be welcomed by Lucifer, at hell's fiery gates See forever I would be damned and kindred of the lost.
