Long yee forgotten, unsoiled son

I oppose all his worth

I, thee forgotten one

The infant remains the cradle of the enslaved

His followers will never be saved

God knows I am the true prophet

The prophet of ye father and the eradication of the lamb

I shall stand

For thou of the bastard God

Christ, the pawn of the flesh

The son of the wealthy holy mess

Christ the one, shall not remember

The bleakness of yee

Demonic December

I Satanas, the one who slit his throat and decapitated his head

I, the fallen rebel will make sure thine creator is dead

I can't wait to see all his followers in dread

Creator's hand

I smite yee unto the words of the pitiful pawn

This is the work of the rebel's horns of ye fiery dawn

Stigmata, stigmata

You know the truth

Stigmata

We are our own Gods

We are, we are

We are our own Gods

I want the blood of God to rain

As the lake of fire reaches unto holy skies, the silver city burns into ashes

My palace shall rise

Infest your humanity

I am the Shepard of the damned

Now bow to me, your fallen king!

Enter the Lichens ring

Why have you forsaken me?

Now you shall die alone, wasted your time with hope

I, the king of Hell, from the put deep within

Your soul punished by my hand for thou sin

(Kill him, kill him, rape him)

"Hear our declaration as we nail your worthless prophet to the fucking inverted cross"

Jesus, the worthless son

I love to watch the Messiah die

We are our thine own Gods

We are thine own Gods

LaVeyan ascension

We our own Gods

Enhanced Satanic emancipation