Lies - And you fill their souls 
With all oppressions of this world 
And all the glory you receive? 
So, What makes you supreme? 
Lies - Your crown is falling 
I offer fantasy 
And you, you creator are 
Blind with envy 

Let the [bad word] to me 
Their mother loves me, so shall they 
Woman, bleeding, ate my gifts 
Man was close behind 
Just like a snake I'm slithering 
 [bad word] my world divine 
And like the cat I'm stalking 
I'll take your soul and You'll 
Be like me 
In emptiness, free 

Just bow to me faithfully 
Bow to me splendidly