Throw Away

The battle always will be succeed by the angels of Christ our master
Before the truth your heralds will fear, the name (?) God, in the name of Jesus
In the bowels of any word, your existence is stupid like you
Wicked ways to try surprise the people

Cry in the darkness dedicated to you, the losers will stands (?)
And everybody will scream in agony, by eternity
When the death arrives, God will comes together