This is our call: To see these idols fall

Drag them out into the light

Let fate devour whole

This is your fault

You fool of faith untrue

That we should face the grave with such a blackened view. 



Oh, (this pain is true) we see the damage done in the eyes of those, turning away



Save your plea for the day that we suffer the wake of this treason. 

Rain like fire descending upon us in holy resolve

Upon this ground.



Hollow name of fiive encircled frame

Deception incarnate: Receive my vow of hate. 



Oh, (this pain is true) see how the blood will run into the eyes of those, turning away



We see the damage done

Resounding desecration

We see the damage done

Blackened insurrection



Suppress the pain of mind as long as you can bear

And feel the desperation clawing from within. 

They say the truth is found when Hell is at your doorstep. 

You'd better pray to see that time come to pass.