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