when hell calls your name there s no way back and the burning slaves and the burning holy will be seen from afar as the new risen throne star and when the fires have burned beholding the seas of ashes and roll the bloodied flesh on holy areas now cold and dead and flowers smell of black now emperor of no light and pain for the eternal slaves the envy of losers so indeed upon losers themselves and destruction upon the holy man who hails a jew join us we are the future be desecration master be the hammer the hammer