Omen I
Born June 6th of the Sixth year.
My birth mother died shortly after I was conceived, I took the place of a murdered child whom was falsely reported stillborn to a wealthy American diplomat in 1976. Unaware that I am the offspring of Satan and destined to be the antichrist, my adopted family loved me unconditionally. Though after a sequence of dramatic turn of events, unbeknownst to the family, my adopted father learned what he had to do - which ultimately transpired them to their ill fated death.
Damien: Omen II
Guided in hands of protected individuals, I returned to the United States in 1978, to live with my adoptive parents, Aunt and Uncle. I attended Military Academy Boarding School along side my cousin, Mark, whom I grew up with and loved eminently, as my own brother. By the time I was to turn 13, a sequence of freak accidents around me began to repeat itself. And it is this day, I discovered the painful truth of my own identity and what I am destined to become - to inherit. Those who loved me, subsequently began to fear me. For him, whom I loved, denied me of my existence; and those procession of characters who get too close to me, horrifically suffers an end to their lives.
Yes. Born in the image of the greatest power to the world. The Desolate one. Desolate because his greatness was taken from him and he was cast down. But he has risen in me. He is looking through my eyes and wearing my body.
So the beast resides in me
Deep down I always knew
I never really did fit in
So diverse from all of you
Let him who understands
Know the number of the beast
It's a number of a man
A number just for me
As the boy becomes a man
Father's minions pave the way
Set in motion now, Armageddon,
Final conflict, end of days
I embrace the hounds of hell
And the power they oblige
For the task that lies ahead
The Nazarene I'll crucify
They'll see the raptures of our kingdom
They'll see the truth to mankind
I'll show what hell truly is
The monotony of their lives
Now Disciples of the Watch
See your Prince of Darkness rise
Through famine and destruction
The Four Horsemen at my side
I demand a victory, I demand a sacrifice
Or spend all eternity
In the flaccid gut of Christ!
When the Jews return to Zion
And a comet rips the sky
The Holy Roman Empire rises
And you and I must die
From the eternal sea he rises
Creating armies on either shore
Turning man against his brother
Till man exists no more
And How Ironic:
In a Past Life...
You Were: A Friendly Priest.
Where You Lived: Romania.
How You Died: In Childbirth.
Who Were You In a Past Life?
