Verwoesting کے بول

absolute terror mayhem in our world once the soul of god curches now burn to the ground who's sheep flee from their shephard what is this fiction we call faith i see what i choose, no god shall stand before verwoesting enraged i shall aim to kill verwoesting fury, i am wrath revel in the sphere of war eternally how long until terror once again reigns and trenches fill with the blood of men until the earth spins no more and withers away eternal darkness all of which that was made so easily destroyed mould the face of misfortune with hypocrisy supreme fear not to take distance from and to raise a fist in the eyes of this dimension i shall defy and crush