So many times youâ??ve heard those lies 
So many times youâ??d like to cry 
Dazzled by their wrong words 
Perverted by their feign believe
We are calling canâ??t you see 
We are the storm which was set free 
To break the chains they create 
And enforce the dawn of a new day
We are the void you couldnâ??t find 
Follow us into the light 
We are the crowed youâ??re calling for 
Follow us once more
Sing with me my friend 
And pass by the dark end 
Come with me, I will you guide 
Trust me Iâ??ll fight your strike
I feel our victory 
And see those bastards slain 
Our wrath is unleashed 
Stoked by their deeds
I feel our victory 
Savor our agony 
I see their misfire 
Brought down by heathen might
An institution built on lies 
A site of sand in the abyss of the waves 
Lord of the feeble tormentor of the weak 
Bastards of the cross I call you 
Die! Die! Hear my spell 
Burn! Burn! In your hell 
Redemption-idiocy 
Feigned and lied