Enter the worship of sculpted images,
Embodiments of man's own frailty
Worthless figures given heretical divinity
Seen as gods instead of mirrors of desolation

Fall to your knees and pray to dead gods
Like moths chasing ghostly flames
True hope in false deities
Cry out to your gods that never were and never will be

Oh, you men of little faith
So easily fallen prey to the blind devotion of your hearts and souls to Satan's deceit

Pray to your fraudulent deities,
The nonexistent beings you hold so high
None of them will hear your screams as you're devoured by the flames

The upholding of your worthless idols And the faith in them you show will be the greatest folly you shall ever know

Hell's gate opens wide to the practicioners of this divine abomination

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