Lay down your arms
And, lift your head;
Make merry now, your lunacy has won
The world beams under a bleeding sun
Bearing the weight of trophies of Death
Screaming with joy at each slaughtered breath.
Flags with sigils of genocide fly high;
A pretty picture, they paint the skyline.
Annihilation bleeds a fragrant smell
As we all usher in the Dawn of Hell.