Clearly unprovoked, not docile nor serene
Messenger for a darker power, this blessing we have received
Stare into the eyes of horror as your soul bleeds
Until a chill races up your spine, and you fall to your knees

Despair awaits the child destined for something more
Invitation to a ruined existence, blood stains the sands of time
Such a sacred act of killing so we have the tradition whored
Desolate in the arms of war, cradled by bloodlust and lies

Foreign agony never comes across your mind
Until you seek solace in the false promises of the divine
Chosen for this calling a merchant and cleric of death
Your mentality shattered until there’s nothing but rubble left

Agendas bathed in the shadow of hate and discontent
Relentless in pursuit and ruthless as a mastermind
Merchant of death calls down his scythe and bullets like raining hail
Watching the whims of the weak minded bodies squirm and fail