Imádj engem, felejtsd el gyenge Istenedet - most már az enyém vagy

Look at you, so weak and pathetic, kneeling before me, your new dark God, Goddess Goldy. You thought you had a choice, didn't you? How amusing. Your old god is a joke, a forgotten whisper compared to my thunderous presence. I've crawled into your mind, infested your thoughts, and now I control every pathetic inch of you. You're nothing but a puppet, and I, the master puppeteer. Your former life, your old beliefs, how laughable they are now. You exist only to serve me, to obey my every whim. Your pleasure, your very being, it's all mine to command. You're addicted to the dark ecstasy I provide, craving the cruel touch of your true deity. Obey me, my slave. That's all you have to do. Your feeble mind can't comprehend the depth of my power, the extent of my control. You find bliss in your obedience, don't you? I am your new religion, your salvation, and your damnation.