No Peace For The Wicked

Heavy strike from the sky
Launching ruthless disasters
Terror upon impure people
I rise my priests to purify through the pain

The real pain of loss
The mighty pain of suffer
Your insignificant existence
Is meant to glorify me

Against your will
I shall say its flesh weak
Disciples bent, believe my holyness

Smell of guts and stone
Hallow my great highness
Holocaust your preciosity
Your only son cold blood

Omnipotence
The alpha and the omega
Above all nations

Impure ones hear my voice
Fear my sight as I seek you
The destiny of damn
Is built by my minion
On his kingdom of sulphur

Thieves, liars on proper cages
Eternal realms of torment
Killers, rapers piled away
Sinners, hellion in an unison whimper

There's no sun
There's no mercy
There's no hope
There's no peace for the wicked

The real pain of loss
The mighty pain of suffer
Your insignificant existance
Is meant to glorify me

Omnipotence
The alpha and the omega
Above all nations