Apacolypse upon the world the thing that I admire
Gushing blood and cold made flesh trown in the fire
Heads impaled on stakes as high as heaven reach
Angels could see their faces tormented as they bleach
The void of restless souls screaming in the deep
Unending cry's I hear them pray a never ending wheap
Spreading chests intestants to the hounds they are fed
No salvation for oure kind learn to live with that
Twisted joints ripped skin vomit pictures killing-spree
For all lying bastards that punishment it will be ...