Screaming death I bring, destroy everything.
Leave nothing alive, in flames all in sight.
Blood stained, screaming, raping, reaming,
immolating, we are living death.
God’s holy paradise has been razed to the ground.
The glory that once was heaven is now a flaming hell.
And I see the servant of pain raping the Virgin Mary.
Her tears streaming, her wings burning, as he takes her and breaks her.

That unholy warrior, with Mary’s heart in his hands,
called out to the savior to face him in battle at last.
Out from the burning chaos a shining figure came forth
and the demons formed a circle and became a deafening roar.

But the lamb would not fight as his blood poured from his veins.
“I have suffered and died for your sins, so that everyone may be saved.”
Staring back into his eyes, the pain of all who’ve loved and fought.
“You may have suffered for the sins of man, but I have suffered for the sins of God.”

And as the Lord looked down upon the horrid scene.
Mankind in an orgy of vengeance, unholy atrocity.
They dragged his only son into the bowels of hell and left him,
crucified, upside-down, and lashed to the timbers by his own entrails.