Pervert the sainted ones The thoughts of our night Stolen fights to embrace Merely a prophet dies Again the nous for hatred Could not be deviated We know the enemies, We know what they did Utter your divine disgust Permeate the eternal fright Spell the death of mankind Cruel is their eschaton I observe the misty universe For a higher purpose to become Eventually hinder the curse Upon the mighty cosmos Flare the eternal fury As their flesh still moves No life shall be Preserved in the aftermath Cry to that day Of total demise Uphold the torture For the modern one Primitive souls Wander around Soon comes a similar death And the target is faith