Feel the Bitter Taste of Nemesis

Blind you are fools! Your ignorant eyes can�t see 
further, to a world of blood. To a world that the cancer of
 the desert is not reigning. Beware! Servants of the golden
 idols, for the end of times shall come, for your mortal 
eyes shall be pierced by the spears of our will, for your 
flesh shall be given to the wolves. Behold! Behold! Behold!
The throne, she carries the anger of the ages, the wrath of
 the awakened ones and the fury of the dead. On the right 
is the sword of flames, and a torch she bears. Cursed! 
Cursed are the sheep! For you shall feel the bitter taste 
of Nemesis! The mother of all wars! Death! Death of 
Moralism, a sign of a Race War to come! Race War to come...
Damned! Damned are in eternity they are, all those who 
Nemesis shall find in sleep. On your own blood you shall be
 drowned! Damned! Damned!