Effigy of the impious

Encroach upon my mind

Desolation

Blood- stained altars

Seven temples

And the seventh is for you

Hinnom, Tophet

Imminent annihilation

Children and slaves

No one will be spared

Cleansing fire

Glowing hands of horrid god

Strips your flesh

Rips apart your soul

You pray for death

As for mercifulness

Screams of agonizing

Cries of pain

Muffled

By sounds of thoph

Prophets appeasing demons

Cutting their bodies

Immolated for Baal-Hammon