Wand'ring Through The Ashes of Thine

I have walked opon pathes which are embers for thy feet.
I have come to set the black spirits free.
I have come to bring armageddon over thee.
I do curse. I do hate. I do blaspheme. I do desecrate ye Promis'd Land.
See the corpses burn, ye ravenous daemons I have call'd, for my human race hath fail'd to reveal the ultimate thruth.
Stench of thy god shall feed my wrath.
Behold! Thy lord hath died. Pride he hath not.
Luscious sins I celebrate for a complaint of thee.
Centuries I gave to find what is real.
Thou failéd'st; praying, enslaved and weak.