Blasphemous prediction

Fulfill the disdain of the essence of weak whores
Suffering to their faith, in my land they are consumed
Master race sentenced by the essence of the enslaved
(but) the tempting darkness lurks within the slumbering minds
Even if thou has forgotten

Bestow my legions unknown
Unto the armies of darkness
Never insult the unholy scripture
Then you will die by my lords mighty sword

Cast away the untruth
Burning the ways of forgiveness
Conform to my will
Blind fools with failed conventions
In suffering you'll die
When you evade the salvation from dream to life
Persecution to death
We'll obliterate the worthless human kind