As I begun this endeavor for His Majesty's sickened pleasure

Of the wicked and the awful, the harbinger of death

Your fate is nigh

For my kin, as he commands the shepherd in the name of the sword

I shalleth not deny whoever emerges from the doors

A burnt offering shall rejoice

In the flame all shall say

Right to the sacrificum in exchange for the war in vain

The Ammonites shall be Yahweh's

And shall be offered by me as a burnt offering

An atrocity

A righteous order

Sadist of torture

Bound to faith

They battle Ammon in the name of the Son

Fear of my wrath

To repent, hear my demand

You sheepish pawn under my command

The precious spawn of life

Of her soul through the release

A deep crimson red

Of her pure mortal bloodshed

A fatal wound

A life shall end

For your selfish sanctity

For your eternal admittance to Heaven