Crushed by the Bramd

By the throat I grab thee
Crushing gauntlet, suffocation
Noble guardian slain
I slit thy throat

One by one, your followers die
Cleansing Boletaria

Desecrating thy writhing body
In the name of God you must die
Unholy, or divine
It matters not

Corruption and greed
Dragging her people
To a filthy void
Depraved idealism
Saint Astraea
Truth seeker
The false saint
Deserving of death

By demon's souls
Submit to heresy
None shall be forgiven
No act gone unpunished

One by one, your followers die
Cleansing Bolеtaria

Against the bile
And putrid remains
I crush your flailing corpsе
Bramd dripping blood
Defiling your sanctum
By your guardian's force
You are slain

"Dear God, have mercy
Is not your abandonment of us punishment enough?
How long must we weather this cruel fate?"