The Shaman

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