The Diatribe Unknown

Watching the incandescent moon,
Over the Warriors Ire,
The forest dies and soon,
The world will set to fire.

Flaccid moments bleating by,
Poisonous vocals pierce thee eye,
Infernal Sire darken the sky,
Slaying the weak. Kill, pray, and die.

Frozen the lake of death,
Burning in hell bereft,
Open the putrid cell,
Still turning the cross towards hell.

Walking over the mountains,
Dying an ancient race.
Draining the infernal fountain,
Crying, a somber face.

Covet your cross, cry at your loss until we meet again,
Burn at the stake, freeze in a lake, you will go in pain,
Fire in hell, ringing the bell to make you strain,
Nothing you spew is ever true, your life is in vain...

Raping the Christian god,
Slaying the Christian beast,
Winning against all odds,
Arise!!! Our time will never cease.