Effigy of the impious Encroach upon my mind Desolation Bloodstained 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