Rampant evil on march
Seduced by the smell of sempiternal conflagration
Emanating through the pores
Draining and squirting, the flow of emancipation
Galloping towards the heaven
Upon the furry back of horned winged beast
Erecting up your weapons
The sign of victory, let the blood flow in abundance
Forever
War is eternal
Make way for the fire
May the heads of the bastard seraphims roll
Blood is dripping
Amalgamated with poison, impure servile host of slaves
Inert from the throne
Treasures of the demiurge usurped and desecrated
Stones of knowledge returned their grimy origin
Rolling on the floor
Shining
And there it laid rotting the resonating verb that all could solve
The vibrant letters that the worlds could commensurate
Arid symbols decimated under the hooves
Of the children of Prometheus that nothing have to steal
For there's an infernal lake of fire on the south of this earth
And the sword to crush the chains of the tyrant eternally
Flagrant horde of evil in march
Triumphant legion rides back upon the winds
Worn out banners undulate
Painted by the colors of battle and alchemy
Twisted upon excrements
Reduced in the rubble, suffocated in the slag
Gods have no idols to cry out for piety
Your face fades into pristine oblivion
Forever
War is eternal
Make way for the fire
Inhale the burning stench of the scorched bastard cherubs