No lies, no traitors No promises of fear No fake masqueraders No great dictators
You'll rot, you'll suffer You'll burn eternally For all your crimes Against the children of creation
There is a place To join with your own kind Chosen the way Of no turning back
The shadow and the dark They've come to hold you Into the lake of fire...you will fall The shadow and the dark Now will adore you No sign of light and spark
No war, no crisis Psychotic lust for gold No trade paralysis Will ever kneel us
Your endless torture rises Your freedom has been sold Unholy terrorisers Your power won't last
There is a place To join with your own kind Chosen the way Of no turning back