The angel horde appears,
In the horizon cloaked with shining white.
In thousands they came for the war,
That would [bad word] the final battle and greatest of them all.
The [bad word] of God they are blown,
And the angels are pulling their swords.
What god's army did not know,
Were that I had awakened the thirteen warlords.

Of [bad word] 

The angels moved towards the fortress,
Thinking they had a chance.

Their invasion started from the east,
With soldiers carrying leather [bad word] towards their own doom,
Now in the eternal fire they forever are consumed.

The sun shall turn to darkness,
And the moon into blood.
Before the great and terrible day
When my [bad word] 

Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful.
Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground.
The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears.
It's like a dream, [bad word] Christianese.

Now the angels attacked with full force,
But their front, were slain with no remorse.
Angel s blood soon covered the ground,
One thirteen was attacking from behind.
I strike upon them with all my hate,
Soon they all know it is too late.
Realize they all will die,
When my archers hatred are covering the sky.
With the ancients by our side,
Without fear of god his army we stride.
If only the angels could tell,
The pain that they felt, when I released the flames of [bad word] 

Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful.
Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground.
The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears.
It's like a dream, [bad word] Christianize.

The sun will never rise, darkness [bad word] supreme.
Our rightful throne reclaimed, 1000 years from this day. [bad word] of our lord, soon again he'll walk the earth.
It is like a dream,
 [bad word] Christianize.