He comes from northern kingdom, homeless filthy
To fight fenician priests of king athau
He is prophet of cursed sea
Alone with stick in hand covered with goal skin
He comes at sun's end
Hear me filthy fenician priests,
You who adore bitch astarte
Come to me io hill of karmil call our gods, to fight till die
Screaming priests of astarte start coming to hill of karmil
Tries have died, water become blood
People and animal ripped them self of pain and sickness
Where ever you go
Powerfull lust, thousands sparkles the million screams of lost soul.
Were hearing upon the skull that might?
Where blasphemy and darkness fight
Fire from the sky fast as lighting burn the sacrificed virgin
And wood, and stone, and water, and ground fire and ash all became
To the red fog of lust and blood, he cut astartes priest throats
Just as he cut a lamb of goat. he chopped at half
Ripping out bellies crushing heads, and learing apart
I am the chosen one. I am the prince of darkness and blasphemy
Hear me king ahao, your priests are dead
Peaople are sick of leprosy and plague
You die in thousands pain in my kingdom
Your soul is mine, your soul is mine!