The final carnage has begun.
Our swords are prepared for war
and long for the blood of our enemies.

To destroy all hope and believes of the weak gregarious ones.
This is what they deserve after centuries of slavery and oppression.

"A kind of revenge for what they have done to humanity.
Hidden in us the power to avenge our tortured souls."

Those with their own persuasion.
The believe in man's own strength.
No necessarity to follow the prescriptions
of any religion.

This causes our strength as conquerors we leave the battlefield
with proud in our eyes.
Destroyed all holy
we're soaring into our realm of unconcern
from where we see
the left ruins of our enemies' world.

A story of hate and genocide.
A memorial
devoted to the characters of this sad game called life.

"A kind of revenge for what they have done to humanity.
Hidden in us the power to avenge our tortured souls."

Victims of the holy book.
Your time has come!
Take leave of wonted environs!

Now it is achieved.
The last crusade comes to its end.
Our sprout for vengeance is satisfied.

Seeing your vigor fading into nothingness.
Our laughter is the only thing
breaking the silence.

"This was our revenge for what they have done to humanity.
Unleashed the power to avenge our tortured souls."

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