Wrath Upon the Cursed - Emeth

I smite the weak

None shall stand before me

Trample down the meek

They shall be consumed by fire

I am perfect, being Not

Lighten the ways of the Ka!

Let the light devour men

And eat them up with blindness

I am the beholder

Of the slaves that perish.

Damned and dead!

My Wrath upon the Cursed

Flames fall like purging rain

And the damned will be on their knees

Regarding pity as their highest virtue

Amidst the flames;

Damn them who pity!

The dead and dying deserve to be burned!

Their all consummating death

Aum!

Let it fill me!