Fear the Deviation, sent from the Devil

Inhuman mutants sent to mislead

Mocking of the true image, in form of God

God has no faith in us, the sinful people

Disgusted by the weak-will in our hearts

Do not be merciful towards wicked creatures

Deserved to be punished, burnt, outlawed

The stock of the Lord must be untarnished

We must have resolution and faith

To keep the purity within our society

Follow the Repentances with complete sincerity

Or be doomed by God’s wrath in a Tribulation 

Accursed is the Mutant

Death is pure black,
dark and murky

Death is the desperate cries of a child who's lost her mother
heart-wrenching and despairing

Death smells like burning flesh,
nauseating and revolting

Death looks like a dark mist,
engulfing and swallowing

Death is oppressive, unknown and frightening,
eternal damnation