Hear! All sons of Chaos prepare! Destroy the false divine and its presence here! Harlequins of the cosmos: Back to the dead! Straight into oblivion,
We are messengers Of future times to die We will show you the way And you need to follow us This is the dawn of your race And the dusk of your
Death to planet earth. Human scums infect your mind. Sodomize the earth and let your hatred be your guide! There is nothing more to see, nothing worthy
I am a destroyer, a channel of satanic wrath. My brothers are me, and I am them. I stick thorns in the planet's side. Planet of pestilence, refuge for
Hate ...the clouds, the rain, the air that lets life-forms breathe. ...the land, the sea, the places where the humans breed. ...the skyline, the zenith