Demiurge of the Void - Deivos

I’ll bring gates of despair on you

I’ll clap your children in irons

Through pain and fear you’ll worship me

The lizard tribe I bless

Dressed in habit made of snake’s skin

Let the whips

Of reptiles' tongues beat to my glory

Insult is my grace, contempt is my Host

This is lie I my body

This is revenue — my blood

I’ll turn away the order

And cut down the tree of life

You’ll recognize me by fruit

The storm, fire, anger, envy

With the poison of redemption I’ll infect your soul

I’ll flog your heart with the fear of condemnation

I’ll fix you to the around with the nails of sacrifice

You’ll love me as I loathe you

For the truth I say unto thee

On my behalf you’ll kill

Lust let nobody dare to question me

I am the propagator of fear

The shepherd of inert oxen

The lord of host, the master of iniquity

I am the Demiurge of the Void