Without Mercy (Jungle of Dead Christians)

I left of my jungle I looking for Christians bodies I'm thirsty of killing walking for the paths of weakening. I need Christians for my collection. Now, they're coming... in the name of Satan I'm gonna behead'em I condemn this image of GOD. Satan's revelations this world will always be ours I put my hatchet in their heads. Christian's blood is everywhere I take their bodies and put'em in a bag

I returned to my jungle-two more to my Christian's dead pile it's a diabolic sentence of destruction blaspheming God. My body is possessеd. Destruction-helpless Christians thеy lay there my promise is done

Satisfied feasting of flesh my jungle of dead Christians is my sadistic home. Now, I can sleep tomorrow. I'll go to more