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And this shall be the plague with which the Lord will strike all the peoples that wage war, their flesh will rot while they are still standing on their feet, their eyes will rot in their sockets and their tongues will rot in their mouths...

A forked tongue speaks

Enrage the weak

A prophet walks the land

With hooded eye

And practised lies

A prophet walks the land

Feed om your fear

What will you hear

When a prophet walks the land

Twisted outstretched hand

The madness fanned

A prophet walks the land

The seas will dry

Fire rain from the sky

When the prophet walks land

Two headed calves

On burning paths

Signs that the prophet walks the land

A plague on all

The weak can crawl

A prophet walks the land

The Father of lies

The devil in disguise

Fall to your knees and hail the prophet of the land

Gather the worthless, the unlucky, the alone

Muster the cripples the maimed and the prone

Gather the forgotten downtrodden germs

Amass the victims the cast aside worms

Bring me the shameful, the ugly, the wretched

Bring them to our side.....

Come my children my loyal followers they cannot stop us. Spread the word like a disease throughout the lands