x2 Stamp him out like the fires that rain down Genocide on his chosen people x2 Lies, there's no chance for your salvation I have sat quietly while you speak in cancerous tongues To many victims have suffered and await your demise As you preach they become victims spreading tales of genocide Tonight, your kingdom dies x2 Stamp him out like the fires that rain down Genocide on his chosen people x2 Lies, there's no chance for your salvation x2 There's no chance for your salvation I search for solitude within the confeints of my mind All I find is nothingness on this I will survive Ill create a legion to set fire Ill create a legion to set fire to the skies Ill create a legion To set fire To the skies To the skies