Nine Fallen Choirs

In your great pride you claim I am a God But you are only a man and not a God With your wisdom and understanding you have amassed great wealth Gold and silver from your treasuries Yes, your wisdom has made you very rich And your riches have made you very proud Lemme tell you something about Him He is the biggest underachiever of all time He's just has a good publicist, that's all Something goods happens, it's His will Something bad happens, He moves in mysterious ways You take that overblown press kit they call "the Bible" You look for the answer in there, what do they tell you? "Sheet happens" I'm not the bad guy Thousand years you've waited for my return, behold, you have failed And with your last breath, you shall bear witness to the end of days The Great God Pan In the name of God I order you to- God help us I will send a plague against you And blood will be spilled in your streets The attack will come from every direction Think of it as a new beginning A change of management The name of- Oh Satan May the wrath of God destro- Then everyone will know that I am the Lord