Visions whirled with fume
Horrid cries
The smell the sweet scent
Of celestial flesh burning
Withered inside a dying mind
Butchered, a corpse now undivine
Ripped apart by lies and filth
Entrails and shit, the final hit
Against the faces of the holy
We tremble them down
Down to the ground
No altar shall be spared
No worshipper left with a head
Destruction and tormen
Screams of pain
Scared they run like kattle
This is the hour of flame and retribution
The decese of light shall be put out
And brimstone shall fall from the heavens
From the burning heaven

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