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.
Damned and dead!
My Wrath upon the Cursed
Flames fall like purging rain
And the damned will be on their knees
Regarding pity as their highest virtue
Amidst the flames;
Damn them who pity!
The dead and dying deserve to be burned!
Their all consummating death
Aum! Let it fill me!