Ruler of heaven's ill-begotten seraphs

Mighty horned god encroaching
Upon the ivory gates of heaven

Approaching the haven of light
soon it shall burn
A terrible cast of gore is
cast in their wake
As the spirit of god's
children are gutted

The advancing horde
smite the seraphs down
Felled like wheat before the scythe
Blast them all to Hell

Crushing all the angels
weak pathetic fools of god
Avernal creation
Is now taking place
Fleeing like the coward
That was crucified by two
His kingdom is burning
In flames everlasting

Paradise is burning
Blood and sulphur
Envelope the skies