1. APHRODITE SHALL FALL

The Sun
The Sun
The Sun

The burning mace of mine, shall severe the head of yours. I shall bring an end to your presence within all the celestial bodies. Ares, Adonis, all are dead. Now, where the fuck will you flee?

Sol!
Burning chariots!
Let the warmth of your divinity burn down this beauty and lust
The fragile veil of the whore shall fall fast.
Before this, let the stars come to thee
Let them free me from these mortal surfaces.

My end is near
My death is unholy
At least, we didn't worship the sinners and exhibit hypocrisy
We didn’t worship the sinners

I am the child of nothingness, a worshiper of ugliness
Your existence means nothing to us
You all are living the untruth and will fetch pollution within the parliament of the Father
None shall come to oblige then
None shall show a little bit of pity
The sinners you adore will be dead soon
Burning in the depths of fiery pits of the Sun
The fragile moon may cry seeing you guys
The needles and pins, I push within me
The pain, agony, and blood dripping away from me
All combined shall form a burning dagger,
To demolish you, your loved ones, and the sinners who exist