歌词
Hex the liars, feed them to fire
Crush them – Crush all the seeds of this race
Upon them feast never to rise again
We have decided to finally wage this war
A trail of flesh and limbs is burning
We have decided to bring an end to this revolting
Creed and claim the stolen land
With blood and fury
Dust - we're bringing down the skies
Now - we're choosing the slaves to be ours
We have sentenced their only god to death
The smell of ashes and iron surround us
The seven branches are falling
One by one as we decapitate their sons
There's no rebirth
Raging march
To strike at dawn
We are sent from fate
To dominate
Dust - we're bringing down the skies
Torn - their writings are set ablaze
Now we're choosing the slaves to be ours
Now we're choosing the slaves to be burnt
Hex the liars, feed them to fire
Crush them – Crush all the seeds of this race, and oppress
Decimate the ancestry
Of the only god
Their bones exposed as trophies of our war
Their sacred places become dust
From miles and miles away you hear
The cries of women raped for days
Their wombs become ours
Raging march
To strike at dawn
We are sent from fate
To dominate
Dust - we're bringing down the skies
Torn - their writings are set ablaze
Now we're choosing the slaves to be ours
Now we're choosing the slaves to be burnt
