Lyrics:

For every dead god who worships the living
And every lost soul starving submission
For all the tyrants will fall!
Salvage the serpent
Born to rise
When process seems perfect
Its wrong to all
And your tyrants will fall.

When thy art is hate
I've given it all I can take
Its undeniable!
When thy art is hate
I've given it all I can take
Its undeniable!

An affinity for the hurt
Create new death and the love for the pain
Till your final breath and what lies
Behind the lines
Somewhere in some other time.
Behind the veil
Obscured by my vision of hell.

Dead in the sand proverbs for peasants
To bow on command an all-seeing presence

When thy art is hate
I've given it all I can take
Its undeniable!
When thy art is hate
I've given it all I can take
Its undeniable!

An affinity for the hurt
Create new death and the love for the pain
Till your final breath and what lies
Behind the lines
Somewhere in some other time.
Behind the veil
Obscured by my vision of hell.
For every dead god who worships the living
And every lost soul starving submission
For all behind the lines
Somewhere in some other time
For all behind the lines
Behind the veil
Obscured by my vision of hell
Obscured by my vision of hell
Obscured by my vision of hell
For every dead god who worships the living
And every lost soul who was starving submission