Vermin and nothing more compared
To my power, wastes of flesh
Should have never been born
Pure wastes of flesh
I will make sure they all suffer
I will pierce the deceitful, the statuesque, and the unsighted
Betrayed to my name
Now all of them must repent
I have always been their god while they were too dense to see
That their rebellion will cost them greatly
They will feel the great force of wrath
Languid to his name, this lard must burn
And he will suffer along the beauty, both shams
Oh, the unsighted, how could I forget you're blind?
New eyes will be pierced into you soon from that bastard
Nothing, these kinds are nothing
Lower than the insects I crush
Nothing, these imps are nothing
I curse all the families
I will make sure they suffer too
I will torture the deceitful, the statuesque, and the unsighted
Betrayed to my name
Now all of them must repent
I have always been their god while they were too dense to see