Blasphemous prediction کے بول

Fulfill the disdain of the essence of weak whores Suffering to their faith, in my land they are consumed Master race sentenced by the essence of the enslaved (but) the tempting darkness lurks within the slumbering minds Even if thou has forgotten Bestow my legions unknown Unto the armies of darkness Never insult the unholy scripture Then you will die by my lords mighty sword Cast away the untruth Burning the ways of forgiveness Conform to my will Blind fools with failed conventions In suffering you'll die When you evade the salvation from dream to life Persecution to death We'll obliterate the worthless human kind