Oh father, our Lord, and savior
Prone to anger
Spite and Misbehavior
Shall smite the beast
In his twisted realm
With a tight grasp on faith
And army at the helm
Lucifer we are coming to raid
A debt once is forgotten
But Never was paid
The fallen will die
The traitors will mourn
Your legion will crumble
Under your mighty horns
I tried to give you my love
But you turned all my angels to sinners
At the end of these battles and cries
One of these deities will die
Ravage and Pillage
Blood spilling on the ground
The Cries of the devils
Echo all around
Rivalry for the ages
The Plague of mankind
Worshiping a beast
Not the faithful and wise
There can be only one true god
Not a creature or his servants
I never cast you out
You were never worth it