The Path

I am the false prophet
 In tribulation
 I'm seeking mighty goals
 And reputation
 I serve the prince of hell
 He's not forgotten
 And there so many fall
 And now they're rotten
 I search from town to town
 To drag who I can down
 Don't step in my path
 I've got you in my sites
 You can't escape me
 I've taken all your rights
 My mark will set you free
 Just let me brand your hide
 Assume my genocide
 I stand for all to see
 My mark makes you like me
 Be my device, I'll quickly kindle a fire
 Of wrath, from my inforno
 And savor the lost, who have been tricked by me
 My anger rides high, for those who've
 Escaped me up and through the sky
 They have deprived me and
 Still there are some who won't bow down to me
 They server another, a god they can not see
 And keep on running, from my raging terror to be
 My satisfaction won't be fulfilled
 They must bow down to me or I'll have them killed