Mark of the Beast Lyrics

Carved from a desolate stone
Leaving a broken relief
A monument to a demi-god
Reminiscing on a tumultuous past
Spawned of the lust of a virgin
New life replaces the old
Her wails of passion were muted by
the cries from a fatal birth
A forgotten bastard child
Teeming with unholy life
Lying in his stricken mother's fluids
He bears the unholy mark
It rages and churns upon his tiny brow
As the world lies unaware, a dark savior for Satan's cause
He's come to set the world aflame
The people damn him and scorn his existence, a
fate worse than death for a child
Love escapes is feeble grasp
He grows to loathe the world around him
A flickering shadow of humanity
The Mark of Beasts on his forehead does live
A man who thrives on his hate
His conquering, driving force
As he calls forth the demonspawn
As his new Urth begins to form
Plagues, Pestilence, Violence, Blasphemous
Now abandoned by his creator
Locked away and forgotten by his sire
He lies alone in his bleak stone prison
He again remembers the child
Deprived of my innocence
Never truly given a chance at life
I will suffer for the pain that I brought them
An infernal destiny was my downfall
Possessed from birth, bred for damnation
A dark path not of my design...
The Mark of Beasts withers upon his dying brow