So many times you’ve heard those lies 

So many times you’d like to cry 

Dazzled by their wrong words 

Perverted by their feign believe



We are calling can’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 couldn’t find 

Follow us into the light 

We are the crowed you’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 I’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