The death cast a gloom over torrent of guts still remain
Sliced bodies of children screams in pain
See the end of the lifetime clearer in your mind
Cutting edge into the eyeball takes fake beliefs away
Blood runs free from the artery
Innocent bodies rot, smell the tainted flesh
Entering to the blasphemed land which worshippers you deny
Destroy all the things there and send them to their graves
Laughing to their suffer which seems to have no end
Preach the holy words your sins are now pain
Blood runs free from the artery
Blend with guts reformations has been done
This unknown religion makes you feel weak
If they don't believe too that your God is right
You have to kill them before you think it too
Make them all to suffer for your loving God
Forgive me father for I have sinned
Under signs of love and good
You can do what you want
That's the Gods own will
Speak the words of death
Helping some killing others
Makes no sense at all
What makes you right to do so
Reformation has been done
