I am the knife in your back.
I am the gun in your mouth.
I am the death of this world.
I am the servant of pain.
Use your body like a battering ram.
Smash their defenses. Tear them to pieces.
No earthly pleasure, no heavenly joy,
can compare with the glory of wielding the blade as God is destroyed.

Battle lines raging with fury, millions are slaughtered and burned.
Demons fighting madly. Angels fighting bravely.
And unstoppable wave of destruction ripping the wings off their backs.
Amidst the heaving carnage Michael and Gabriel fought their last.

Look at this one, praying to his god.
Forever in denial that everything must die.

Angels are screaming as the demons tear their souls apart.
Heaven’s streets once paved with gold now run red with rivers of blood.