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Attack
crush all the sons of christ
with our fierce and invincible might
Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for
Master of storms marching to battle
Creator of evil fighting for hell
Storming through the weak armies of god
soon the fields are all covered in blood
christian blood
Violent hailstorms
axes through flesh
no fucking angels left alive
and in the nightsky a scream of pain
Alas, your god has died
Attack   crush all the sons of christ   with our fierce and invincible might   Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for   Master of storms marching to battle   Creator of evil fighting for hell   Storming through the weak armies of god   soon the fields are all covered in blood   christian blood   Violent hailstorms   axes through flesh   no fucking angels left alive   and in the nightsky a scream of pain   Alas, your god has died