Tell me all the things you want
I shall prove myself among the wise
I have failed you
Grant my wish I beg of thee
For I have done all the deeds you have asked of me
That whimpering wretched [bad word] who birthed your adversary
I retrieved her head and mutilated every last remain
The blood of the innocent I have spread with no [bad word] remorse
How dare you interfere my monumental wake
Forever keep these words from my mouth
I will [bad word] the father of lies
Holiest of holy, I ensure your [bad word] 
Enlighten me O noble one of your mendacity
Give me the clearest view of your [bad word] 
We are your foes, annihilators of the sky
Limb from limb
The rites are carved into your forehead
Limb from limb
Engorged into your psyche
Limb from limb
I smell the decrepit stench of your demise
Limb from limb
Humanity will be destroyed
My pro-creator I have warned thee of my prophecy
Until that day, stand your [bad word] ground
My pro-creator, stand your [bad word] ground