Like a ray of light

Like a shooting star

They can see you come

To set free the swarm

From a different world

From an ancient land

Will you say the words?

Let them breathe your air?

Death at your fingertips

With your venomous tongue

You lick them clean

This is not what it said in the prophecy

You are not what they thought you were meant to be

Salvation at your fingertips, precision is a must

You are the one