A cloud in day
A pillar of fire at night!
Come to me, disciples of Malachi:
Our Lord commands us to exterminate the false
Shepherds,
In the name of the One who watch behind the line.
Today our Lord is displeased,
Your gifts are not worthy for the harvest
Splat the harvest with the blood of the infidels,
I obey the word of the Lord,
And in my nightmares he whispers me to copulate
To make us stronger,
As corn grow up,
Skinning the Infidels to feed the evil.
Today our Lord is displeased,
Your gifts are not worthy for the harvest
For the one who march behind the line
Children of the damned!
Come and spread the plague!
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