Conspiration for the War

When the apocalypse trumpets sound
And all the candles kindle by themselves
Our king and lord Belial come
Take us to gather to Lucifer
To make a great war

Strengthning us with sin, the hate
The rage, selfishness, hate and pain
We prepare a great war
beheading and killing all
Christian angels and marking them with
Blood and hate

Invoking Satan's strength
The wisdom of lucifer
Belzebub's hate
We'll manage to destroy our enemies
Through lust and rancor

Offering Asmodeus, Lord of Wars
Our noble victory over those
Who call themselves stronger
But are nothing but frail and
Dishonored who'll inherit the judgement