When I open the door in my chest and let enter the plague and death My lungs inhale vast screams, every cell filled with downfall
I'm the gate for the lost travelers, the exit for hopeless men Break your spears and leave your swords Swallow the poison and walk through me!
This is the eve of the battle that will change this world. Kingdoms will drown in blood and a new order will be born
I'm the gate for the lost travelers, the exit for hopeless men Break your spears and leave your swords Swallow the poison and walk through me!
Blades grow from my fingers, my feet are the watchtowers Use my eyes as beacons for the salvation painted red Because this is the sacrament. The last landmark Leave your body, carry your soul!
Walk the path inside of me, soles cut by the sacred thorns. Smell the stench of victory in your burned and rotting flesh This is the purest form of triumph - When you fall to your crushed knees. Nothing left to feast or share, just the barbed throne of pain. Leave your body, carry your soul!