Pathetic Brimstone Throne (feat. Father Slam of Incinerating the Infidels) / Outro Lyrics

What makes you think
He's worth something
He's not a matched opponent
For our almighty God
You are weak to the temptations
Of a pitiful, fallen miscreant
He failed God, and won't live it down
You don't care
Honestly convinced
That your friend who hides in shadows
Has a reward for your praise
He is worthless
A fallen tool
To think he can kill God
Is the mindset of fools
Desires is why you worship him
So weak that you can't say no to sin
Lashing out, you suffer
Satan is weak
Flaunting your symbols
Out of pure spite
For traditional morals
In the shadows your master hides
So you spit your curses
That have no effect
On the Father of all
You're a weak puppet
You idolize a false king
A trickster at the best
Betrayed God long ago
Now hell's his forever nest
Your false idols and sigils clearly bring you nothing
Your dark lord is a liar who cowers in the shadows
Whispering his lies from his filth-stained domain
In the end your precious baphomet and his friends
Will fester in the flames