Prepare the Funeral Pyres

Gather the marked stones

Form a large orbit

To lit the sacred bonfire

Burn the fucking traitors

Nail them at the cross!

Can you hear the prayers?

When their bodies stop to breathe

The voracious flames of Lucifer

Will embrace those who swore in vain

As we utter the final imprecations upon their tormented spirits

When the dawn arrives

Deserters are nothing but ashes

And charred bones for the hunger of the vultures

You’re nothing but a black stain in my fingers

After I congregate your useless spoil

Worthless scum, boil in the Iron cauldron as the most miserable of all sustentations

You don’t deserve more retribution

Than to feed the insects without being buried

Burn!

Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni

Fulget crucis mysterium

Quo corpus proditoris

Crematum est patibulo

Once you have sworn allegiance to our law

Thou shalt never break the holy oath

Your weakness warrants your punishment

Fall to the bottomless pit

Where the fangs of His 3 mouths shall forever crush your soul