If you had not committed such acts a curse like me

Would not be sent upon you

God cannot be captured in house of brick and stone

Commanding the thoughts of millions

Now the day of dread has come

Disfigured there faces? Nothing will save you

You have the nerve

You will be added to the pile of friends behind you

As we storm the ramparts

Your flesh will be my earth

Fell the voice of thunder

The time of dread ash come

Feel the weight of millions

Of crashing down on your kingdom

Armies of million

I am the law! The bodies fill the void

You think you’re sly? You're not

Mountains and homes crumble

Your death will be mine

Bodies lay broken

Penance fills the air

The wind will take it all away in time

All the false icons turned to dust

To persecute for the cruelty

The greed

Old man speak for yourself

Not for me

They satiate

The indulge

This is to prove a point

Armies of millions

I am the law

All false icons, Turned to dust

Don't you dare speak for me?

I can speak on my own

Dread will prevail

Dread will prevail