Long since dust the ethics of man Unanimous prayer nothing more than grains of desert sand The salvation they strive for will not come from above I’ll keep watching them from below keeping a blade to hand
When gods are dethroned and prophets lie dead Long dead lords awaiting fire ahead
Serpent from forgotten depths Turning whispers into roars Forever changing The martyr’s heaven bound course
Another burst of crimson To the sea already spilt Blood raining down On mosques and temples like guilt
Angel of punishment Obscuring the sky Shaped from redemption Selling suicide
Haunted eyes Paralyzed Something dead Resides inside
Unwelcome in this tomb Destined to terror a promise breeding from darkened wombs
Raw fear the sharpest weapon at war Fanatic madness profound naming the path of the pure Paramount desire burning at the stake To avenge something sacred a message of unending hate
The ground will drink their blood when I’ve cut their throats Into the temple of humiliation the righteous will float