As I begun this endeavor for His Majesty's sickened pleasure
Of the wicked and the awful, the harbinger of death
Your fate is nigh
For my kin, as he commands the shepherd in the name of the sword
I shalleth not deny whoever emerges from the doors
A burnt offering shall rejoice
In the flame all shall say
Right to the sacrificum in exchange for the war in vain

The Ammonites shall be Yahweh's
And shall be offered by me as a burnt offering

An atrocity
A righteous order
Sadist of torture
Bound to faith

They battle Ammon in the name of the Son

Fear of my wrath
To repent, hear my demand
You sheepish pawn under my command
The precious spawn of life
Of her soul through the release
A deep crimson red
Of her pure mortal bloodshed
A fatal wound
A life shall end
For your selfish sanctity
For your eternal admittance to Heaven