There is no escape from the prison you make.
In your finality you will be in a burning lake.
You hide your face behind a wondrous mask.
Oh so easy you make my heathen task.
The great frailty of civil pride.
Is just another way for your greedy ways to hide.
As your physical wealth shall increase.
Your will find your spiritual wealth decrease.
I shall provide you with a gain of a great thing
Though through this you will never gain white feathered wings
If you follow my wondrous instruction
You shall carry out my will of destruction
The perfect world you shall never live in
So why not just merely give in?
I hate the way you slander my name
In due time I shall put you to shame
To be better than your fellow man makes hate
Never to get along is your absolute fate
Never knowing you carry out my will
My great plans are what you shall fufill