This is the path of the strong. Marked with glory and grace for long. I have heard my destiny's voice. And heard my master call, I will not fall, I will not fall.
And I looked and behold a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Azerate. And hell followed with him. . And power was given unto him over the earth.
Jesus, Jesus, I shall cast you down. Nail you to the cross, deprive your crown. Make you bleed, in the end you'll plead. Your children infested with my darkest seed.
Radiation, deformation. Nuclear world damnation. Mushroom clouds rise with grace. Atomic winter here to stay. . Blast from hell burns the world. Storms of death kill with hate.