Reach out your hand, hold me in this cold embrace There is no light to adorn the halls of hiding masses Swept away by fear of reprisal, stare down at their own ashes So grant them death You have left the pores of Earth uncleansed For too long have you smelt the rotten stench, the scent I bare no guilt in my quest for eradication Fire and Brimstone, sweep forth and cleanse the nations Offer ourselves in blood to your divine redemption, malign intervention Eyes of God, Look Down Upon Me and Weep