You believe the apocalypse.
You want the Antichrist.
You want Armageddon.

You want explosions in the sky.
You want pestilence on earth.
42 months of misery,
Hunted, before the final battle.

I flick a switch.
5.5 billions die.
I flick a switch.
The prophecy is void.
Christological escalation.

Ascended patriarchs useless now.
Inverted hail.
Christological escalation.

Wandering amongst ruins and ash.
These pillars are witnesses of might and failure.

There remains nothing alive but leeches.
In this nuclear wasteland.
The new gods were thought-forms.
They have expired with the death of the last pious man.

Populace, theocrats and demagogues alike.
Have seen astonished a shining bright light.
It was not their god!
It was a fucking gigaton blast!

Populace, theocrats and demagogues alike.
Have perished in the heat of a radioactive light.
It was not their god!
It was a fucking gigaton blast!

Wandering amongst ruins and ash.
Wandering amongst ruins and ash.
These pillars are witnesses of might and failure.

Instrumental.

Infamous judeochristian seed.
Spawn of vermin.
Spawn of idiocy.

Coward semen flooded the sphere.
Traitors attacked the heathen world.
Failed to annihilate.

Infamous judeochristian seed.
Spawn of vermin.
Spawn of idiocy.

Cowards will vomit their coward soul.
Traitors will be hanged and rot.
Under a heathen sun.