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The storm is coming, it announces the arrival of the mourn bringer; I am the Archangel of death.

This Age of mankind fastly reaching its end, the sun turning black, darkness enveloping the Earth.

There's no shelter rom the storm, live in fear of what will come, selfishness was your God, and death will be your outcome.

Sodom and Gomorrah will drown in a sea of fire; humankind is the evil that must perish.

Condemned by manic materialism a new Eden will rise; purified in blood.

Too late to repent - No forgiveness for your deeds

Bloodshed will come - Must pay for your guilt

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Hunger and death - Pain will rule the Earth

Harvest of blood - There's no place to escape

I must purify myself in the blood of the guilty, I am the fmale which never fades; I am the righteous hate.

Covered by blood, I will return all the pain you created, mine are the vengeful hands of justice, to torture, to rip, to crush, to destroy, to tear, to immolate, to avenge the innocent blood.