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A follower of nothingness

A dreamer upon the shores

You are as a faint blasphemer

Upon the shores of death

When your death ascends

You become as nothingness

You never dreamt our vision

So brightly shining in our hearts

When the churches burn we laugh

Like it is the last laughter in the world

And thus it shall be, in our might

We laugh at your last weakling stand

The churches go down up in flames

And there shall be no survivors

The religious fools shall perish

And there shall be no survivors

When your death ascends

Your legacy becomes as death

You never dreamt our vision

To burn and destroy your religion