The fall predicted by the fathers
of the sun by the son for the ones
of the drones
the ways of the realm of baator
of malbolge, of avernes, of cania, maladomini, minauros
The Inhabitants of the Iron city of DIS are burning!
with devilish vengance geared towards the race of man
and burn they shall with the fuel of hate that only they can possess
Burn!
For of wreckless deeds and malignancy they shall come
with devices only for them, and fire for the children of earth
race towards the line of reality
pine for injustice
the savage god who embraces them
is the fool that will fall
fall
The petitioners of baator are still upon this earth
the minions of mephistopheles are still here
burn for the gods, burn for the gods, the souls are the fuel
The red laughs at the black for they are lame
The red while only 131 more then needed for them
burn for the gods, burn for the gods, the souls are the fuel
Burn!
Hail!
race towards the line of reality
pine for injustice
the savage god who embraces them
is the fool that will fall
fall by the sword of the red
beg for mercy
that the black will not be given
for the red are the 8th order
For of wreckless deeds and malignancy they shall come
with devices only for them, and doom for the children of earth
FLY!
The inhabitants of the white city of hope are burning
the whole of the black in the last swoop
the will of the one has prevailed
the end of the end is proven the new beginning