Righteous mask, putrid stench of decades past
 This ancient stone shall crumble and fall
 to ruin we were sentenced, to rule we are entailed
 Biding our time in calm peace and blasphemy
 Awoken from our anxious sleep with daggers to our necks
 Dust now blown from shield and sheath, the hunt is on (is on)

 Mercy none for the scum giving none to others
 A vengeance swift and savage to even out the numbers
 Bloodsea ridges invocations of the storm

 The rightful kill is mother earth's for the taking
 Today shall draw the line and let the rope run tight

 Round their necks 'til the fire of life has left their eyes
 String them up 'til the bells of war have lost their chime
 Round by round, let the force of retribution sow
 Cross after cross after cross on a godless shore

 Depicted in your scrolls as a monument of evil
 Dehumanizing faith to mold the human clay
 And so you die with the promise of a sacred land
 Yet in death's eyes we're all corpses all the same

 In the absence of light
 only darkness will thrive
 and death shall prosper

 Round their necks 'til the fire of life has left their eyes
 String them up 'til the bells of war have lost their chime
 Round by round, let the force of retribution sow
 Cross after cross after cross on a godless shore

 Hold you down as you gasp for air
 Drive the cleaver further down
 Bind those hands that clutch for light
 Let the rope run...
 Hold you down as you gasp for air
 Drive the cleaver further down
 Bind those hands that clutch for light
 Let the rope run tight

 Round their necks 'til the fire of life has left their eyes
 String them up 'til the bells of war have lost their chime
 Round by round, let the force of retribution sow
 Cross after cross after cross on a godless shore