Spawn of grand whore 
It is no surprise that 
I sow such twilight misery 
The raping of your children and the... 
I see of course as a gift to me. 
The withering of mirth marks my path, or 
I am the end of all ends. 
The slaves of heaven who crave for redemption 
Shall rewrite their books as 
I become their destiny. 
Monuments of faith anchor me to eternity; 
From the cradle of time they knew 
I had come to stay 
Your ruinous creed has named me the evil in, man: 
There is no one more blind than he who doesn't want to see.