Death to the mortal race
They strike as repugnant
They love Me in the silence
And they have no concern
They don't love no God
Martyrs will never be gone
My eyes will never be sown

Hide from the trumpets of God
Reconcile!
Momentary useless use of blood

Go ahead and drop dead, it's a necessary
Let the wasteland be our lord
???? vocal symphony of bleeding
Let the ones who die come to me

God is bringing suffering to humanity
Hide from the trumpets of God
Reconcile!
Momentary useless use of blood

Rage of the weaken means nothing to me
You will all die because of your lack
Prepare for the downfall, bring all your known
Die all the time!

Hide from the trumpets of God
Reconcile!
Momentary useless use of blood