The architect of lies and magnificent deceit
Has nourished himself with endeavors of supremacy
There is no peace for an engineer of war
Therefore no tranquility for the bastards he scorns
The ophidian warlord is reaping the life blood
Sown into the flesh, with a relentless campaign on the kingdom
A river of blood will flow and locusts will feast on the dead
As boils, famine and darkness unveils
The reverence of unholy plans
With a gaze of exuberance, He gathers
His slaves into the heart of his lair
Before a ghastly haze coated the stones
Of the walls in his court yards with a mist of vermillion
He slaughtered them all, all of them were ravaged
A vicious display of his power immersed in revenge
A river of blood will flow and locusts will feast on the dead
As boils, famine and darkness unveils
The reverence of unholy plans
The ground trembles from the thunderous march
An endless sea of soldiers at his side
Their will at his command
The reflection of felicity in his eyes
As he peers upon a paradise to set ablaze
Bombarded with attacks, the end is near
Hope has been forced to be lost
Destruction is imminent
Onslaught of the covenant
The darkness of the night sky
Glistens with luminous weapon emissions
Wave after wave of menacing demonic legions
Ripping their flesh apart