The Millennium King Lyrics - The Pagan Prosperity - Old Mans Child

Rage... behold the master 

feel him curse the sky, 

strong our mighty father 

for him we will die. 

Burn... we praise your fire 

and the fearful dark, 

rise... upon the graves 

and set life in bondage. 

Put your spell's on me 

and possess my soul, 

feel the human hate grow strong 

embrace this time... until it's gone 

Take... this world by force 

And kill the seed of sorrow, 

Bring us forth... the day of doom. 

Take hold your dominions 

and bless them your power, 

fly high upon the sky 

and show us your grace. 

Put your spell's on me 

and possess my soul, 

feel the human hate grow strong 

embrace this time... until it's gone