Preach! For they are finally coming!
Beg for Christ’s forgiveness now.
All those who matter are now on it,
They thread their fates throughout the ground.

So count your blessings, chant your war chimes,
Your members fallen are long gone.
Since your predicaments are sublime,
You’ll come allude to saving now.

Whenever comes it to your mind then,
Make sure serenity’s forecást.
And bring yourself upon the wartimes
With slight sincerity at last.

Alas, my soldiers calibrated,
Confused by peaceful, silent mind,
Took unions, inebriated,
Apart and wrecked the ruckus of the kind

That left emerging chaos trembling.
Come bless my lonely, barren land.
Sell souls to god himself, start drinking
The blood out of our dirtied hands.