Heaven sent chosen few slip through the cracks out
of the house of bondage unleash all these unloved upon
the hearts of the wicked the four angels hold the four
winds as the seven trumpets sound existence sustained
on hatred fervoring clamoring rising augmented drunk
with the blood of the martyrs innocence died at birth
anguish of the guilty hidden in corners lost cornered
in the dephts of your mind hunched in the shadows of
your conscience the four bloodstained walls that surround
it cannot silence the screams of your guilt bow now
you infidel and as you lose your faith you lose your life