Flames, the burning world below is close
Sulphur, the crust is cracked, recite your goals
Are you a slave or a part of the elite?
Will you burn with passion as the harbinger reveals?
Some call it resolution, some call it genocide
The non believer will prevail
Fear, the wrath of god is out of hand
Shadows, only falls on holy men
Is it a god or a part of human fate?
Once so loving memories now consumed by hate
Some call it resolution, some call it genocide
The non believer will prevail with an aura of flies
Hell was created for the benefit of gods
Then let them suffer in the shadow of the cross
Come face the light of a new rising sun
The lord of flies will reward the chosen ones...
Pray, the preacher bites his tongue in awe
Jesus, resurrected pile of flesh so raw
Is it a slaughter or a second coming failed?
Steaming deception for the followers to inhale
Some call it resolution, some call it genocide
The non believer will prevail with an aura of flies