Wrath Upon the Cursed Lyrics

I smite the weak
None shall stand before me
Trample down the meek
They shall be consumed by fire
I am perfect, being Not
Lighten the ways of the Ka!
Let the light devour men
And eat them up with blindness
I am the beholder
Of the slaves that perish.
d***ed and dead!
My Wrath upon the Cursed
Flames fall like purging rain
And the d***ed will be on their knees
Regarding pity as their highest virtue
Amidst the flames;
d*** them who pity!
The dead and dying deserve to be burned!
Their all consummating death
Aum! Let it fill me!