This puny world, this horde of souls,
Uncleansed by death, shall take its toll,
You stupid, weakling people
I'll kill you and I'll keep all,
...
The tides will turn, the winds will blow,
The heavens will thunder, in winter it'll snow,
The skies will rain, the deserts will dry,
The seas will churn, the birds will fly,
...
From the sky, a star did fall, with blinding light, it silenced all,
It fell to earth, in all its glory, for aeons we will tell the story,
On entry, it broke up and burned, but to a shining form we turned,
The figure of a golden child, its features strange, its hair all wild,
...
The World Is Mine
This puny world, this horde of souls,
Uncleansed by death, shall take its toll,
You stupid, weakling people
I'll kill you and I'll keep all,
The treasures of your world for my,
Own pleasure and in my mind's eye,
To see the world I've laid waste to,
I'll crush every last one of you!
Beneath my boots you'll fall,
To end as dust before all,
You mortals never learn that,
I will destroy the world at,
my leisure,
I'll take pleasure,
from your puny screams,
That punctuate my dreams,
and make me laugh with joy,
For you will I destroy!
The world will meet with disaster,
You will learn that I'm your master,
You'll die and I'll,
Look as you cry,
And crush you if you defy,
me, as I look at the blood-red sky,
As the world sinks to hell,
The funeral bells will knell,
I'll drag you screaming to tartarus,
But still you scream, 'G-d save us! '
With death's scythe slick with blood,
you'll fall to the ground with a thud,
As you have truly died,
My hate is satisfied,
I'VE KILLED YOU HOPE!