The Path

I am the false prophet in tribulationI'm seeking mighty goals and reputationsI serve the prince of hellHe's not forgottenAnd there so many fellAnd now they're rottenI search from town to townTo drag who I can downDon't step in my pathI've got you in my sightsYou can't escape meI've taken all your rightsMy mark will set you freeJust let me brand your hideAssume my genocideI stand for all to seeMy mark makes you like meBe my device, I'll quickly kindle a fireOf wrath from my infernoAnd savor the lost, who have been tricked by meMy anger rides high for those who'veEscaped me up and through the skyThen have deprived me andStill there are some who won't bow down to meThey serve anotherA God they can not seeAnd keep on running from myRaging terror to beMy satisfaction won't be fulfilledThey must fall down to meOr I'll have them killedDon't step in my path