Curse of the Supreme-Thornafire

To those who disregard What in heaven was a design To a race made from mud The sword in flames in the soul of a human being In fire & in hell we were created Those created at resemblance Of a demon with a halo in his forehead A gift that was grafted in his soul The key to human race condemnation Take the present of the Supreme Reason The reasonable animal Exact copy of his god Envy & lie with his brothers With his gospel prophesying revenge With the word of a human being Written in the dialect of the ancient book of horror Takes in his hands the lives of those don't follow him Listening to whispers of the damned Saviour With the obsession of some power Takes in his hands a piece of human flesh Lay the foundations of self defense It sheds blood of his brother The curse of the Supreme Reason