Wrath Of God
I am the great traitor
There can be none greater
Whoever thinks of deserting
Will be cut into a hundred pieces
And then trampled upon
Until you can paint the walls with his blood
Whoever eats one grain too many
Or drinks one drop too much
Will be locked up for a thousand years
If I will the plagues
To descend upon all man
Then the plagues of my will
Will descend and decimate