Proud of my own toughts and deeds
One can see me as a vulture,
A parasite upon the civilisation.
For I am the lonesome bringer of chaos
And in some strange ways, I guess
I despite the hypocrisy among the herd
Who needed a messiah to prove their rightness
By dying on a cross or by venom
One can say he's sorry for his lords' dead
And sorry for his own deeds of sin
But that only is a sign of weakness
A sign of fear for his god (who doesn't excist)
By starting my solitary war
I commited a crime against the sheep
Who believe the endoctrines of slavery
Which are the base of the filth of our kind
The destruction of this shall bring salvation
For my Highest King, with his own laws
With own beliefs and teachings of His own:
My laws, My beliefs and My teachings