Woe to you little birds
who sing your moral lessons
for things you know nothing about.
If you saw this world through my eyes
you would faint.
All of your so called truths
would crumble apart and fade into nothing,
forcing you to see.
Woe to you hypocrite cows
who play the Devils games
and use all of his tools,
yet deny and desecrate his name.
There are no "three fold" rules
for only guilt makes it return.
As for guilt,
I have none.
Your punishment will come swiftly and cruely.
Woe to the lambs of death.
To perish in heavens foul vapors
shall be their doom,
for they deny the very nature
wich we owe our existence to.
They call it Satan,
this natural force,
but know now that there is a balance,
and the Devil will recieve his due.
Woe to you cowards.
There is no good or evil.
We are meat on bones,
selfish and full of pride.
Every act is a greedy one.
You wish to go to Heaven,
the most selfish desire of all!
No. Here and now is our day of joy.
Here and now is our day of pain.
Oh, woe to you all.
I force myself into your garden
and grow like a weed
to infiltrate your unconcious minds,
My words materialize in your life,
and your life
immitates my art.
As above, so below.
Oh, praise the power of self,
for none stand above me,
neither Man nore God,
and in your end times
you dare to speak of salvation,
to be saved from a world
that your kind has destroyed!
The apocalypse is here,
but it isn't mine.
Life everlasting, world without end.