Come closer evil son I'm lord of your creation Born in dreams of your ancestors Kneel down! I am not, neither is son Nor holy spirit Believe me, worship me My utopia world of lambs Desires held inside Like waterfalls Stopped with rotten hand Of god who cares... Flesh explodes I am lord of your creation Never looking down Where blinded fools bleed their wounds With heavenly sound satisfied Xenomorphized soul devoured Lost in paradise mirage Where empty promises Build kingdom with no substructure I am not, neither is son Nor holy spirit Believe me, worship me My utopia world of lambs Animal instinct devoured Castrated beast Breaking walls of perfect kingdom Enriched through centuries... ... with cosmos conquering