Dash against the rocks the sickling and his cries

Break the back of the steed upon you ride

Boiling bodies of water, to glass the sand

And may mother's breasts shrivel and dust

Tongues shall be cut from gaping mouths

For I voice a culling course towards desolation

Yet those chained to their own foul flesh

Know only obsolescence- their nakedness



Push the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils

Work to certain death the labor that toils

Bloat and putrefy that which flowers

And tear from womb the bleating babe

The blind and wretched shall be left to rot

The diseased and alme dispatched

Give me your sick, your meek, your lowly

For I will kick the dogs when they are down



For I am the inferno

And you the kindling you the fuel

And I am the vulture

Feasting on your idols of flesh

I am the shepherd and you my flock

The lightning strike that splits the rock

For I am wrath- vindication

And the world my abattoir



Visions of war dreams of anger ectasy

A maelstorm of flame infernos of might

Lightning phallus crack of thunder roars

A lion in furious fight



Cleansing fire insatiable cleaving sword

The fall of the idols of flesh



The stellar winds beneath my wings

Are purest vengeance

The firestorms within my eyes

Black purest hate

Of blood unvanquished blasphemies

My will: one voice

With strike of tumult- aftermath

In withered flesh rejoice



For I am the inferno

And you the kindling you the fuel

And I am the vulture

Feasting on your idols of flesh

I am the shepherd and you my flock

The lightning strike that splits the rock

For I am wrath- vindication

And the world my abattoir