"We unknowingly worship the Nephilim spirits
Under the disguise of entertainment"
Kiss the hooves of your golden calf
Counterfeit worship is a spiritual bloodbath
I laugh at your monuments of defeat
Your graven images that you parade in the streets
Statues of precursors to vanquishment
Permanent excommunication
Satan's reign collapsed, when Jesus reanimated
So sculpture your overthrown icons
But who wins in the end?
Not your charlatans
Where once sat thorns, now adorned with exultance