[Lyric] Hadad Slayer of Yamm (Maysaloon)

I come in names aplenty
I bide the sky and land
My rage transcends insanity
With a fist or an open hand
The instruments of malice
Fail not to surround me
I thirst and drink a chalice
Encircling my enemies

All is ill all is cluttered
All is ill all is shattered

The choice is but a key
To a life of pride and war
Grandeur of prosperity
Is but the fruit of gore
The mountain and its blood
Shall mark my name a God
Behold the lord of thunder
Forger of the skies
I the builder, lord divine
I the Lion, the slayer of Yamm

I hang the heads of those
Who shelter behind swords
I poke their eyes with burning bow
Dismantle them in hoards
I’m bound to pry and fraud
And vest myself a God
Their blindedness shall see the loss
Once they’re hung upon the cross

All is ill, all is cluttered
Beneath my Will they will scatter
All is ill, all is shattered
Don't look weak, don't look so muttered

I the builder, lord divine
Conjurer of storms, devourer of light