Sea Hitler's water apocalypse
Never shall innocent blood be shed
Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river.
The three shall spread their blackened wings
And shepherds we shall be,
and be the vengeful, striking hammer of god
for Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
and teeming with souls shall it ever be.