Idols  falls  like  autumn  leafs  swept  away  by  ice  cold  rain

where  are  you  now  when  the  sinners  who  gave  you  power  cry  out  in  pain?

and  when  the  world  turns  darker  than  you  can  understand

where  is  your  supremacy  then,  you  delegates  of  the  holy  land?

Bloody  nights  for  all  the  sains  who  used  to  shine  so  bright

between  this  world  and  eternity  there  is  not  a  single  fight

grasping  for  straws  you  amongst  your  remnants  desperatly  digs

only  to  find  our  that  the  ground  is  always  frozen  for  miserable  pigs

who  dares  misery  love

and  hug  the  form  of  death

dance  on  destruction's  dance

to  him  the  mother  comes

face  the  king  of  the  burning  ground

he  who  decides  how  the  future  begins

he  who'll  show  them  a  world  without  you

and  he,  who  rules  the  burning  ground

represents  the  change  that  you  fear

a  world  without  your  boundaries

a  world  without  your  control

he  who  lovest  the  burning  ground

have  made  one  of  your  hearts

and  he,  hunter  of  the  burning  ground

mayest  dance  his  eternal  dance

he  who  lovest  the  burning  ground

now  tears  your  souls  apart

and  he  hunter  of  the  burning  ground

laughs  when  he  dance  on  your  graves

idols  die  like  meadows  green  when  frost  unleash  its  cold

and  when  all  love  is  gone  now,  what  will  the  future  hold?

the  memories  you  leave  behind  -  just  splinters  which  in  the  wind  blow

go  abandon  your  hopes  and  die  in  pain  -  it's  biblical  you  know

forget  about  the  future  you  knew  did  not  exist

your  work  is  being  pounded  to  dust  by  Satan's  armoured  fist

you  pledged  allegiance  to  your  lord,  your  golden  cross  you  kissed

in  the  valley  of  death,  thy  kingdom  gone,  it  vanished  in  the  mist