The Ones you declared dead
The Insurgents!
Demiurgon
I am the antiprophet
Bard of wrong stories
Messenger of doom
The black crow on your carcass
Wanderer guilty in black drape
Conscious sinner with mocking laughter
Left twin born from hatred
I'm the shaman, the madman
I question the rune stones
I speak with the dead
As long as there will still be a God standing
Man's task will not be done
Mine is the vision
Yours the fear
Only the blood shed on the earth has a value
And through the End
We'll be reborn