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