All of you will fear my caress I dictate the self-awareness I feast on your trembling defeat Delectable sorrow It tastes so sweet Existence, Reality They failed: Come on Bury your dreams Perception, Brutality Increasing: So call me Your god I am the reaper of faith Follow me my sickly sweet child Innocence not dying worth The rape begins I will show you The hell on earth Why should I Should question myself My inner motive Is known I'll bask You suffocate My inner motive is known Those tears shed In your despair Preserving this perverted affair Open your mouth open wide Swallow all of Your remaining pride