Tell me sweet ones, what would you say if you were going to die today? a meaningless death for others than me the gods have spat on your destiny the seed of rot has flowered your minds stenching harder for each word you say go ahead, think your last godless thoughts - your last I'm sure as [bad word] they'll be yeah
 
(I say) you'll die freezing in the storm of evil
 
(I say/yeah) the hornd proclaiming armageddon is the sign of the storm of evil
 
speeches of dis-worship calls forth the divine slice your words with the lashes of the whip your soul bleeds bloods as it pounds on your skin we drink from the chalice of frightened screams armageddon wields [bad word] sword casting plague upon the weakest of souls doom's evil eye fall exclusively upon you - you, my dears, will be the first to fall...
 
only [bad word] believers will survive the storm of evil 'said only [bad word] believers will survive the storm of evil
 
EXECUTE
 
we drink from the chalice of frightened screams