Thorns in the planet's side

I am a destroyer a channel of Satanic wrath.
My brothers are me, and I am them.
I stick thorns in the planet's side.

Planet of pestilence, refuge for the weak.
Kneel before Satanic Might!
With dishonour - there's only one way out.

Why do you take pride in being the dirt on the face of a planet which is a dirty rock in a filthy universe?
It makes no fucking sense!

God of banality, åß?¥ refuge for the needy.
Even he trembles when facing him:
God of genius, of destiny, and might.

I'll go past the light and all the lies!
I hate the unsightliness of creation.
I'll go to his kingdom, and I'll bring back the keys.