God of Luck, please keep us in mind
As the rest of society falls behind;
Their souls all signed to goals refined
To the devilish needs, to find bold minds
Anti-eccliastical, non-canonical,
catastrophic bull misfit shit.
Anathemas make paths for us.
So thunderous, their misfit shit.
God of Fate, please choose the path
That's best for us. Please set up the math
With a positive answer, without this cancer
In body and soul. No necromancer's
Anti-eccliastical, non-canonical,
catastrophic bull misfit shit.
Anathemas make paths for us.
So thunderous, their misfit shit.
O' Cursed God, please stray from me!
Please stray from all of those in need.
The cursed souls, they bow to you.
Please stop my bowing, don't make me choose
Anti-eccliastical, non-canonical,
catastrophic bull misfit shit.
Us anathemas make paths, we must.
So thunderous, our misfit shit.