Time to reap the faces of denial
Final words to say
Cultivate their spirits of the ancient
Warring on your way
Crying to save their own gods
Biding their time again
Disowning their weak and their lords
Guilty til the end

Now, call me to stay
I am the way
Tell me to run
I am the one
Ask me to wait
I am the wraith
Tell me to go
I am the whole

Riding on through amidst the mindless
The tower of our pious fathers
The tower of their lies
Tearing apart their silence golden
Breaking their heathen ways
Their shoulders will burden the blades
Of the Soldiers Of Demise

Tiring of impiety they follow
The writings of their faith
Ignorance is weaponized immortal
He's waiting. The pearly gates
Tearing the right of religion
Their bodies 'fore decay
Crusaders of the holiest order
Cower! They come your way