Sick perverted deities
Vain and irate
Spitting on pride
Kings of decay
Mandatory self-denial
Wallow in filth
Like cattle, like pigs
Bow to excrement
Crawl at their feet
To their amusement, sick with disease
Their shining golden masks
Conceal the putrid faces
Disgusting choirs
Swarms of flies darken the bleeding sky
For they herald the arrival of Heaven
Unclimbable monolithic towers
Effigies of desolation
The slaughter keeps going on
Until all your pride is taken
I am proud to be
Godforsaken