Blood drenched wings of the angelic horde purging the forgiven sins of an insane culture now unforgiven
the ears of the righteous hear the death-knell as the eyes of the deceivers are plucked out before the altar of thruth the web of life no longer unprotected
no longer bleeds under the bastardised hand of humanity the blackened blood of the oppressor shed into the hands of seraphic might
look upon the final hour with a fear reflective of your crimes damnation ensues