As I begun this endeavor for His Majesty's sickened pleasure Of the wicked and the awful, the harbinger of death Your fate is nigh For my kin, as he commands the shepherd in the name of the sword I shalleth not deny whoever emerges from the doors A burnt offering shall rejoice In the flame all shall say Right to the sacrificum in exchange for the war in vain The Ammonites shall be Yahweh's And shall be offered by me as a burnt offering An atrocity A righteous order Sadist of torture Bound to faith They battle Ammon in the name of the Son Fear of my wrath To repent, hear my demand You sheepish pawn under my command The precious spawn of life Of her soul through the release A deep crimson red of her pure mortal bloodshed A fatal wound A life shall end For your selfish sanctity For your eternal admittance to Heaven