Unholy Hordes Of Rot

The foul stench empowers you

as centuries of hatred wash over your soul

What was once pure and hopeful

has been murdered in a blinding fury

Simple mortal you cannot

fathom the gift that you are to receive::.

To murder without feeling,

to hate each abomination equally.

The smell of burning blood engulfs your senses

At last the weak shall be vanquished

once and for all!!!

To cleanse this world of all disease,

beginning with it's cancer

Total annihilation of earth

and man is Belial's final answer::.

Gouge & Tear at the flesh

that boasts of 'vanity'

Following an ancient belief

once known as Christianity

Soldiers of a higher cause,

you have been chosen by Belial

To cleanse this foul world

of the vermin known as man

Destroy without prejudice

care not the color of skin

Damned to always repeat themselves

condemned eternally by sin