company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle to the treasure of the damned blessing no longer be poured the mystical lord covered with rich headdress he will proceed his way over the line furious as tiger once the tower rocked and cracked beneath its lash caught inextinguishable fire conqueror conqueror conqueror the lord of host gave ear into his sing intolerable blackness helms him only the lightning from his hand that sits when usurping tyrants fall an unsullied maid baffles his seductions and his ire pines in the poison compassion is the vice of kings stamp down the wrelched weak conqueror conqueror conqueror you are not of the slaves that perish pity them not tear down that lying spectre of centuries vices and virtues words we ll hide in a smash of sorrow you shall fear let your rites be rightly performed with joy and beauty conqueror conqueror conqueror conqueror