Xiuhtecuhtli Flamethrower Tide
summon you, oh king of the land
Gunpowder is born of my throat, ignite it
Take now my weapons
Carry us both to the place
Where we will never leave
You unfurl October to my legion
Where the angels forever be a dead birds
Your eternal furious tide embrace us
It drain his hearts and die
Father, we are ready to your armed order
Black tree in autumn winds
And liberate Xaphan on the land
The artillery that they guard my veins.
Your horses be trodden on the ocean
And all forces in my storm of war,
Horses armoured to your military sing
While his weak person wings tremble
My thorns point at the wind
We will tread on mined fields, oh Satan
The west looks like no winter
JesuXpo burn under the sea
They are the ashes beyond venus