Unholy Prophet کے بول

Hear all you liars Your end is near Death's hands will reach you Your eyes fill with fear Rivers will flow with blood from thy veins Decievers corpse will hang from the trees (you all shall die!) Ones who have followed will now turn away Bringing you torment and bringing you death Pay for your deeds! Pay for your lies! Enlightened people Saw filth in your words I have forseen it Days of deceiving Gone like your glory I have foretold it Now trapped like rats Your beg for mercy I have revieled it I have opened Eyes of masses Unholy prophet Pay for your deeds Die in torment Pay for your lies Hang on the trees Filthy liars Beg for mercy You all will burn Words became flesh