Born and die as slaves in your
prostration. In machine-like strife you gain another mile. No matter the
outcome, no matter the cost. God of cyanide leads you straight to your agony. You
follow a death cult caravan through the valley of darkness. So complete and so
endless in your slavery, devoured by fear. Fueled with Hate you are creations
of self-deception. Lost souls swallowed into yourselves in the valley of death.
I bring fire! I have come to light your way through the night! There is no
escape from the scanning eyes of death. Vague illusions you dwell. Destination –
Nothingness. I bring fire, I bring salvation! I bring fire, I bring salvation!
I bring fire, I bring salvation! Thrive in your confidence with your eyes fixed
on (earthly) nought. Drink from the fountain of thy poisoned dreams. No! You
cannot change your fear into reign. So complete and so endless in your slavery.
Set fire to icons! Set fire to icons! Set fire to icons!
