Do you think that I am frightened,
Do you think that will scare,
Do you really think you can threaten me,
I can't believe you would dare.

For I am the lord of all darkness,
For I am the crusher of life,
For I am the source of all evil,
The cause of all danger and strife.

I will destroy your pathetic weapon,
I will crush it into the dust,
I will scatter your hopeless monkeys,
I'm afraid that I really must,

Ask you to beg for forgiveness,
Ask you to plead for a chance,
Ask you to pray for my mercy,
For I have slipped into the trance,

The blood-rage has come upon me,
The blood-rage demands your pain,
The blood-rage cries for destruction,
It wants me to call down the rain,

The rain that means Armaggedon,
The rain that will wipe the earth clean,
The scathing, burning, terrible rain,
Caused by my Ostrich-powered machine.