THE SKIES ARE RED WITH FURY!
Scorn those who scoff at Him!
Bless the storms of crimson!
His mark of disease burns me with titillation!
My flesh swells with joy!
I am His servant of blissful madness!
Render me hideous!
Let my beauty transform into faithfulness!
Bring me closer to His divine power!
And let my body become His tool!
He is Lord!
He is our Father!
Est Deus Furoris!
Faithful bow in his presence!
Sinful rot to dust in his wake!
The False ones flee in terror!
Cry to the skies and rejoice!
The hour is nigh to drive out the mongrels!
My madness only sends me further into bliss!
Open my Eye, and let me see what you see!
MY FATHER!
MY LORD!