Only by destruction my lust will be satisfied Established glorious his kingdom will soon go to ruin Eternity is a lie by their hateful god Time spoils the prosperity decorated by your feces Ugly beggar, eat your own entrails To survive, until the day of liberation Only by butchery your deadly sins will be cleansed Banshee cried to tell me the beginning of the last Supper Your beating heart for the new genuine king Your bone for the massacred race by your lie Your flesh for the land devastated with despair Your boiling blood for the dried up ocean My number is twelve, the number of omnipotence When the skies are dyed red, i will sublimate