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