Rising up from below/screaming out our hate
Tyrant god you will suffer/when your kingdom burns
Your horde of slaves/we will send to your heaven
Your darkest fears/is already truth
Break your chains/erase your lies
Feel our wrath/when only ashes remain
control has slipped/over your slaves
Alone and forgotten/when only ashes remain
Your book of lies/forever it shall burn
Your false salvation/never to be heard
as the fields of elysium are red with blood.
and hallowed angels fall from the sky
you will see the hate in our eyes
burning like fire.
a fire that will cleanse the world
so glorius, so pure...
