All Bowing Heads Roll

Rise lords of our curse, anciently banished 
Posses the glory of worthy as gods 
Sealed in water boiling cold of no faith 
From the abyss they sense our pledge 

In awe all bowing heads roll 
Disfigured, defaced worshipping hate 
Skinned follower feeding a deathwish 
Soulless dread, they reach their claim 

Revealed in waters boiling cold of pure faith 
Disfigured, defaced feeding on our hate 

But in awe bowing heads roll