Exchanging gold, when souls got to go.
After Satan walks to and fro.
He grows, he's tall, there's war in his blood.
From the Igigi, the Watchers, they bloom from buds.
Smoking ashes, they're left in the dust.
To trust in God, it is a must.
Determined to rise, death at your front door.
He's sweet as sugar like chocolate from a s'more.
Sacrificing heifers, instead of a boar.
The epitome of darkness at the bottom floor.
The Whore that rides, Satan in tact.
Swaying the faith of humans, that's a fact.