let the havoc be revenged
against the lords of perdition
persecute the ones that left to persecute your soul
crush the scepters of the kings and come and
let them bow to the altars of suppression
till you'll feel them die
the power and the free will they deny
was my blood spilt in vain?
struggle through the wounds
struggle through the fears
struggle through the truths
let them bow to the altars of suppression
till you'll feel them die
the power and the free will they deny
my blood dripped from my knife