unleashing their hostilities a never ending fight conquest of the hungry serpents devouring all in site not to agree to disagree upon them they force their will with deadly sharp precision they commence the final kill chorus the choirs of destruction sing curse the sky and scorch the land know for certain that no end is coming soon draw a line in the sand the dawn of desolation to erase the way they think imperfection must be vanquished to make the infidels extinct this conflict has been raging two thousand years or more from the cradle of civilization nothing's changed from before repeat chorus