Brought up in Hadean Garden of Thorns
With scorching suns to burn our masks
We now wear the crowns with two horns
Demons, outlaws, we do dreadful tasks
We, the fallen angels, the cursed, the loathed
For we stand against the sacred earthly gods
With our satanic wills in many curses clothed
We will usurp thrones of the very freaking lords
Love by then will have power to shun the labels
And directly-run commune of welfare will spread
Long strayed souls will spark up with rationales
The scorched will see sublime darkness ahead.
-Maosn Carter
