By the throat I grab thee Crushing gauntlet, asphyxiate Noble guardian slain I slit thy throat One by one, your followers die Cleansing Boletaria Desecrating thy writhing body In the name of God you must die Unholy, or divine It matters not Corruption and greed Dragging her kin To a filthy void Depraved idealism Saint Astraea Truth seeker The false saint Deserving of death By demon's souls Submit to heresy None shall be forgiven No act gone unpunished One by one, your followers die Cleansing Boletaria Against the bile And putrid remains I crush your flailing corpse Bramd dripping blood Defiling your sanctum By your guardian's force You are slain Dear God, have mercy Is not your abandonment of us punishment enough How long must we weather this cruel fate