Let It Be Known God, Hath No Mercy On Your Souls. Such Scorn and Anger Is To Be Replied With A Just and Brilliant Damning Strike. You Shall Burn Like For Your Heathen Sins Against The Christ, and My Holy Father. Your Maccabre Lust For The Unholy Shall Mark You As Scourge and Spit From Heavens Gate. Redemption nor Repenting Need Not Trouble Your Thoughts For Your Fate Is Sealed. Sealed With a Kiss That Shall Bury Your Infestion of Sin To Lucifer's Chambers Himself. Let Him Deal With His Glorious Burden Himself. I Pity You For The Maelstorm You Are About to Enter Is UnRelenting and The Grace of God Nor Any Divine Intervention Is Denied To You.