I return from the depthsI pledged to conquer the filth that pollutes the sanctity of this waterA disease defiling the landCutting down the trees to build their homesUnworthyThe homes they build will be their tombsThe unborn will die inside their wombsNo mercyI can smell the filth that your pores secretePolluting this precious airI can smell your despairCrying out to God in your senseless prayersYour prayers will never be heardYou will know what it's like to be forsaken by GodWhen I slaughter you all you'll see you pray to a fraudYou pray to nothingGod, strike me down if you can hear their prayers for mercy
