Oh come on do you think
think my own care for you
you are tinder wood
so ready to be burnt

Like I did cut myself for nothing
no no I wanted your souls
ans as my fire destroys your **** heaven
I and my black ones reside

I am her glory of God
masters of light
now what of human kind
do you really want to fight

I can wipe you off my sweet Earth
it would not mean nothing to a god
see what wicked things we can do
all in the name of our art


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris