Woooooooah babbby. [Hook] Fuck your halo, fuck your crown, Six feet up, I won’t bow down. Left hand high, ten toes down, Lucifer, let the trumpets sound. No confession, no forgiveness, Black mass, dark business. Six-six-six, bear witness, Godless degree, no limits. [Verse 1] I’m a sacrilegious son of a bitch with a wicked ambition, A tongue full of venom and zero submission. I’m ripping religion apart with precision, Then flipping the scripture to fit my position. Sin after sin, I ain’t seeking remission, I came for the crown, not a seat in the kingdom. Fuck being forgiven, I’m making decisions, My left hand’s lifted, my right’s giving fingers. Middle to heaven, I’m raising the tension, Seven deadly sins and an eighth one invented. The ninth one’s expensive, the tenth is offensive, I bought ’em in bulk and I skipped the repentance. Fuck your redemption, your threats and your lectures, Your holy intentions and heavenly pressure. I don’t take blessings from men with agendas, Who sin in the dark then condemn their reflection. I spit with a sinister, venomous temperament, Blasphemous rhetoric, wicked intelligence. Biblical references, twisted with elegance, Fuck being humble, I’m done with the reverence. [Hook] Fuck your halo, fuck your crown, Six feet up, I won’t bow down. Left hand high, ten toes down, Lucifer, let the trumpets sound. No confession, no forgiveness, Black mass, dark business. Six-six-six, bear witness, Godless degree, no limits. [Verse 2] I got a left-handed habit of laughing at heaven, A passion for challenging sacred commandments. A blackened-out banner, a bastard with manners, Who’ll shake your right hand while the left holds the standard. I’m highly offensive, intentionally reckless, With lyrical lessons in lethal expressions. I’m done with confessions, I’m cutting connections, With anything claiming dominion or possession. The serpent, the sigil, the circle, the symbol, The silver, the sulfur, the sacred and sinful. I’m speaking in syllables, switching the tempo, The rhythm’s infernal, the message is simple. I don’t want paradise, I want the knowledge, The keys to the kingdom, the secrets they guarded. I ain’t asking permission, I ain’t making bargains, I came with a purpose, I finish what I started. My tongue is a testament, words are a sacrament, Every damn sentence is dripping with arrogance. Fuck all your judgment, your heaven’s irrelevant, I make my own laws and I live with the evidence. [Bridge] Left hand! Raise that shit! Black flame! Praise that shit! Six-six-six! Engrave that shit! No repentance! I meant that shit! [Verse 3] I’m back on the track with a blasphemous attitude, Absolute madness with maximum magnitude. Laughing at latitude, changing the altitude, Spitting obscenities, fuck your beatitudes. I’m taking the sacrament, breaking the narrative, Making a mockery out of your arrogance. Satanic allegiance, infernal appearance, A mouth full of curses with perfect coherence. I’m flipping the pages, I’m switching the phrases, I’m mixing the sacred with shit they call pagan. I’m making a statement, not making arrangements, My left hand is raised and my right’s desecrating. No kneeling, no pleading, no spiritual leasing, No heavenly landlord collecting my breathing. No bargaining, borrowing, begging or grieving, I came with my will and I’m leaving with freedom. Call me a sinner, a heathen, a heretic, Call me the reason your sermon gets edited. I don’t give a fuck what the preacher’s been telling ‘em, I got my own path and I’m walking the hell in it. [Final Hook] FUCK YOUR HALO! FUCK YOUR CROWN! SIX FEET UP! I WON’T BOW DOWN! LEFT HAND HIGH! TEN TOES DOWN! LUCIFER! LET THE TRUMPETS SOUND! NO CONFESSION! NO FORGIVENESS! BLACK MASS! DARK BUSINESS! SIX-SIX-SIX! BEAR WITNESS! GODLESS DEGREE! NO LIMITS! [Outro] Face east. Left hand raised. No forgiveness. No fucking repentance. Ave Satanas.
