Trembling, fearing, humans pray
Like cowards with moral decay.
Oh the stress and pressure highly odd
Of being a Destroyer god.

From keeping track of prophecies
To tact and strange diplomacies,
A chosen few are cursed to trod
The path of a Destroyer god.

While every deity and boss
Gets admiration and applause,
No god nor mortal dare applaud
The works of a Destroyer god.

Lonely, grumpy, tired of life –
In hand, my sacrificial knife –
The destruction, far and broad
For I am a Destroyer god.