By fire be purged I condemn you all to hell! And let your soul's be torn asunder as they are not even worth to sale. From the deepest caves of black purified hatred your judgment has descended, as my wrath is fed by fierce flames that I've at last befriended. You shall never turn out to be an equal you shall never pass my mind in that state. Today I've written in blood that issue of you all have gone to far, it's to late! It's to late for sorrows it's to late for being revived. And even if you would want to I would never mind. Since I don't care no more, when it’s over it's over. And when the day comes I hope there is no mercy showered upon you. The twisted god of right and wrong have passed down a dead man’s song. And that song will be sung for you every day, while you spend your time stalking Satan’s tail.
It's such a fucked up twisted world.
