Here are the herald of appocalipse,
riding over the fires of the dammed
here are the moncs and judges
those who have become in the bastards of this land
here you have the lords and masters
brething the polluting air out of his lungs
remermer the words of the death priest
dont take that vomitive slave
destroy all your creations,
those sons and doghter from of your heart
let it burn
let it go
away from your hand
away your pride
just create and enjoy, then destroy all of it... and begin again