Long yee forgotten, unsoiled son

I oppose all his worth. I, thy 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 thy 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 drown all his followers in dread

Creator's hand. Hah! I smite ye unto the words of the pitiful pawn

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

(Stigmata) x3

You know the truth. We are all our own gods

(We are our own gods) (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 shepherd 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 deep within. Your soul punished by my hand for thy sin

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

Jesus, the worthless

We are thine own gods

LaVeyan ascension

We are our own gods

Enhanced satanic emancipation