Follow your shepherd I take what's mine pay no heed to what You feed confined you form a line I am Your shepherd repeat the past assume you Must, expect and trust that I surpass the Last war stirs inside my head my tongue May leave some thousands dead deceptive Smokescreen of compassion while breeding An enemy and a false sense of unity bury Your empty skulls in the sand Deteriorated observe from below lengthen Fatten, grow the true awakening is the End as fire dominates as the dead arise Clutch the earth eat the world, serpent