Burn The False Idols

I burn the glorious flames of my raging soul

that told you the chaotic truth.

The glorious flames of devilish eyes

that gaze upon the ominous sky

consume the darkened fields of sacred souls.

My celestial wings of dark realms spread

onto their religious fields.

And their weak prayers for their absolute god

that fell into the ashes

were buried by my malicious winds

from infidel forest of infernal hordes.

And their faith that was impaled

on the monasterial spires

was picked by deathlike ravens

from christian dismal graveyard.

And the glorious flames

that stand on a thousand death

raise the tyrannical sword

through a thousand flesh

and through a thousand memories.

Red streams of bloody tears

that my furious soul brought

infest their slavering torrent

that was conquered by the false prophet

and take me to infidel fields

of shadowy memories in my vein.

In the shades of my shadowy memories

what were lit up by divine lights of heaven

I burn the glorious flames of my raging soul.

And the glorious flames burn the false idols

of this mean human world.

And my despairs curse this ugly world eternal.