Merciless rage will pour out in a bloody stream from my mouth. She will incinerate the hypocritically righteous, screaming about the merits of their wicked and believing in the seven sins of mortals.

There is only one sin. And his name is Lie. Cursed forever and ever are the abominable abominable cattle that lie to their people, promising the blessings of heaven and an easy life.

Life is a child of war. Life is essentially a struggle. Blessed in life is the strong and cursed forever weak.

Deceitful brutes, striving to the heights, your trembling fear arouses our wicked rage. Burn you in the flame of Hell under our vile songs. Our joy will last for centuries, while we tear your disgusting carcasses, objectionable to worms.

Your lying land is incapable of accepting rotten flesh. For us, the brat of hell, a heavy burden has fallen - to destroy your purulent traces, to erase the memory of your vile deeds, to trample your damned names into the shit where you were born. Be you cursed forever - tearing human souls for fun, depriving hope and faith, rowing to money and temporary power!