Thorns in the Planet's Side - Craft

I am a destroyer, a channel of satanic wrath

My brothers are me, and I am them

I stick thorns in the planet’s side

Planet of pestilence, refuge for the weak

Kneel before satanic might!

With dishonor — there is only one way out

Why do you take pride in being the dirt on the face of a planet

Which is a dirty rock in a filthy universe?

It makes no fucking sense

God of banality: YHVH;

refuge for the needy

Even he trembles when facing Him: God of genius, of destiny and might

I’ll go past the light and all the lies!

I hate the unsightliness of creation

I’ll go to his kingdom, and I’ll bring back the keys