The great enemy
Pray that we are not too late
We must seek them out and destroy them
Death to these blasphemous traitors
This war is far from over
Blasphemous traitors
Innocents die so that humanity may live
I ended their suffering, as I will end yours
Cleanse these heretics
Pray
Sacrifice
Blasphemous traitors
If redemption is what you seek
Then that is what I will give you
Its population has fled or died
Its cities are smashed and burning
Its very ground is irrevocably tainted
With blood of traitors and cultists
There is nothing left
Nothing but blasphemous heathens
And they will know that not even here
Will we suffer the existence of the heretic
Not now, not ever
But I cannot deny my duty
Any more than they can deny theirs
Death to these blasphemous traitors
Cleanse these heretics
This war is over