And angels breed deceit in accordance
With his word
It is they who shall ascend
While the sons of the kingdom burn for the omnipotent
Innocent, not proven guilty
They are surrounded by the celestial army
Bearers of the whitest standard, heralds of the purest note
Marching again across the mouth of hell
His harsh commands resound amongst crusaders
Pierce the flesh! Send venom through their veins!
Bow! Worship! Massacre them in my name!
Once more past the heretic's gate-the seventh herald saw what was taught
As was the serpent raised in the wilderness, so must be the son of man
That who believes shall not perish-but suffer for eternity
Disciples and deceivers herded together within
The walls that will become their tomb
Men who whimper for their brittle bones
Which will soon be crushed into dust
Stakes hammered into the ground upon
Which their women and children are impaled upon the seventh passing
The walls crash to the ground-like a curtain falling
Upon the inhabitants final shreds of sanity
As was the serpent obliterated at his hands, so must be the son of man
His final words of hatred call from the great heavens
The orders shimmer through the harsh wind like the blood that will surely follow
Once more past the heretic's gate, where harlots and angels breed deceit in
Accordance with his word. Sons of the kingdom burn for the omnipotent
Cut down the groves! Break it into pieces! Slaughter! Crush! Annihilate!