Exterminate the Vacillating Lyrics

I am a god of war and vengeance.
Mercy let be off: I damn them who pity!
I shall deal hardly with them
I will give you a war-engine
With it ye shall smite the vacillating
And none shall stand before you
I am a god of will and flesh
Despisers, they’re decaying and poisoning themselves
Of whom the earth is weary
Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!
Drag down their souls to awful torment
Laugh at their fear: spit upon them!
The sorrows of pain and regret
Are left to the dead and the dying
This is the creation of the world
The pain of division is as nothing
And the joy of dissolution all
I am a God of change and renewal
And worshipping me the greatest experience
The hour of the great contempt
I will give you splendour & rapture
With it thou hast no right but to do thy will
And none shall stand before you!