Aion Teleos

Not worthy to even catch His glimpse
This world must be washed away in its own creation
For the spit that comes from every whore's mouth upon His words
Sets the course for the mongrelized image towards damnation

Yet, that is the only fate nonetheless
As the gallows were already fixed in position
And you have abandoned the Most High
Unknowingly hurling yourselves to the liar's altar
The Dragon awaits, and His name was codified before the false beginning

From the utmost lows to the utmost heights
The punishing breath shall spread into the lungs of every man

Exalted, beyond and below
His essence ebbs and flows
Opposer and the Judgement, relentless malefactor
Flagellating Yaldabaoth in his greatest sin

Let Your infinite Wisdom tear this deceit apart, Satan!