Attack

crush all the sons of christ

with our fierce and invincible might

Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for

Master of storms marching to battle

Creator of evil fighting for hell

Storming through the weak armies of god

soon the fields are all covered in blood

christian blood

Violent hailstorms

axes through flesh

no fucking angels left alive

and in the nightsky a scream of pain

Alas, your god has died