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Worthless scum of the earth, tribes of weak minded slaves

Bowing down to a cross, praying for a false salvation

You search for hope and mercy beyond this mortal life

When the final hour comes you will merely rot and die

Burning, killing can't be stopped, engage the final war

Intensity from assault, leaving fields of gore

Army of the unholy march towards the church

Leave no survivors of religion

Show them god will not save them now

Violent forms of pure aggression

Impaled deeply with the cross

Internal apocalypse of revelation

Consuming screams of sorrow and pain

Christians slaves now beg for death

Morbid terror wakes the graves, unholy dead arise

Burning rage with intent of endless genocide

Screaming bloody torture, bodies ripped and torn

Demonic death pollutes and speaks with words of hate and scorn

Mercy will not be shown

Evil will rise to it's throne

I refuse to worship uncertainties of deities of your false god

Burn the cross and icons of the church; all will be destroyed

Death to god

Death to religion

Evil will prevail

Behold, scum of the earth and tribes of persecuted slaves

Gaze upon your dismantled cross, pray for a painless death

There will be no hope and mercy beyond this mortal life

The final hour has come, prepare to rot and die

Vicious terror from the graves, an undead supremacy

Burning rage fufilled intents of christian genocide