I return from the depths I pledged to conquer the filth that Pollutes the sanctity of this water A disease defiling the land Cutting down the trees to build their homes Unworthy The homes they build will be their tombs The unborn will die inside their wombs No mercy I can smell the filth that your pores secrete Polluting this precious air I can smell your despair Crying out to God in your senseless prayers Your prayers will never be heard You will know what it's like to be forsaken by God When I slaughter you all you'll see you pray to a fraud You pray to nothing God, strike me down if you can hear their prayers for mercy