Condemnation, the air lies thick with sin and dust, hich on conciet, from the frantic worship of the carnal and the vain
And judgement came with sturdy wings, cheers of pestilence, dancing disease, through the belly of damnation
And the rhythm of war, shall enchant us all, and battalions of plagues, to guard every fate
Dazzling jacinth, brimstone and flame, unboand, unleashed, unstained, unchained, this ban of destruction, these four winds of clean, through the belly of damnation to the diaphragma of man
All flesh wareth old as a barment: for the covenant from the beginning is, thou shalt die the d**h!
Honest like a mother's love, a spear of famine, a wingless dove, raging teeth and the fang of d**h, to carve out a fourth from the curse that is man
Come and see, come and repent, come and see, a brand new justice, through the belly of damnation to the above of the unmashed
Clawed with a famine divine, it leave no man behind, a race bound, to the falsehood drown
Bow and crown, western prophet of false, red storm, from the blood spilled by the eastern sword, northern famine, carried by darkness but slave to the scales, a new truth of southern pale
And the rhythm of war, shall enchant us all, clawed with a famine divine, to leave no man behind, and battalions of plagues to guard every fate, but of he our own flesh that shall mark the fall