The Art of Thought - Excalibur Moon

HO!

Throw down your shields, unbuckle your armor,
Prostrate yourselves, and drown in your defeat.

Satan knows no heat like his blood he will bathe in;
My sword was inspired to cut you, my most hated jailer.

My freedom has been distorted, the path no longer straight.
Excalibur has been reshaped, and I can slit the throats of gods.

Witness!

For shame I will not waver when the Excalibur Moon rises;
You stand beneath me with your lies, and are not worth my contempt.

Bow, devils, before the glory of my sword;
I will devastate your armies, and poison you with your own words.

I AM the LORD! Disregard my current state;
For those that made God suffer, your time is near.