Liber Secretorum

“Then, I heard a loud voice from the temple
Saying to the seven angels
Go and pour out the bowls
Of the wrath of god upon the earth
So the first went and poured out his bowl upon the earth
And a foul and loathsome sore came upon the men
Who had the mark of the Beast
And those who worshipped his image”

The endtimes have arrived
Heralded by saints and sinners alike
The time of the antichrist draws nigh

Flagellants, death dancers, little brothers all
Pave the way for our common fall
As is the way of men
In hardships we turn on our kin

Burning
Maiming
Killing
Praying

Atrocities in the name of your faith
The antichrist has but to wait
While we destroy ourselves
That he may rule where no life dwells

The toil of existence
Hardships, famine and wars
A life made no brighter
As vengeance is sent by your lord

“The fourth angel poured out his bowl on the sun
And it was allowed to scorch people with fire
They were scorched by the fierce heat
And they cursed the name of god
Who had the power over these plagues
They did not repent and give him glory...”

Accept thy judgment
Corporeal punishment
Abrade thy skin with thorns

This is the will of thy god
Prostrate thyself before him
For three and thirty days
Let thy skin be a canvas of pain

Reject the Holy See
Decry the papacy
Where antichrist roams free