(Composição: Trey Azagthoth) Lies And you fill their souls With all oppressions of this world And all the glory you receive So, What makes you supreme? Rise, and your crown is falling I offer fantasy And you, creator, are blind with envy Let the children come to me Their mother loves me, so shall they Woman, bleeding, ate my gifts Man was close behind Just like a snake I'm slithering Through my world divine And like the cat I'm stalking I'll take your soul and You'll be like me In emptiness, in emptiness Bow to me faithfully Bow to me splendidly
