i know of the horn hidden under hidden under a city hidden under a city of shame and disgrace hidden deep to be found by the One
I know of the sacred horn there's a horn of old, there's a trumpet of Ire hidden under a city of thousand heathens some of them will be hanged from the trees
awaken the King of the kings shining spear in his hand and our faith is to slay them all down to grind non believers to dust
prepare your arrows and slings our anguish and faith is to crush them crush them all down like a roaring storm
have you heard the news there's good rocking tonight bodies on the ground, bodies left to rot thus it all begins, that is how ends it all picking up vibrations leaving bodies on the ground bodies on the ground bodies left around
a genocide is going on tonight a genocide is going on tonight