Heads made of bone and iron
Goats hiding under arches
We will end their night
Old paths made in silence
Being lost in dead marshes
They shall lose this fight
We take them on as they appear
Send them away far from here
On and on we go
We will never fall
Pray to the lost cause of your worship
They won't make a sound
In silent defeat
Fealty, thunder whip
Steering our ship
To the silence of their crypt
In the dark, we make them rip
Fealty, thunder whip
Guiding our trip
With every move, they slip
A total loss of grip
As we open the sky, giant bolts fly
You cease to make a sound
Falling to the ground
Backwards and downwards
We take a different road
Storm clouds start to gather
Forming in our hearts
Patterns now erode
Charging empty matter
Tearing myths apart
Locust made of tension spreading fear
Hammers in the sky will deafen ears
Pounding blow-by-blow
They will always fall
Cursing the won goals of our worship
We will bear the crown
In loud success
Fealty, thunder whip
Steering our ship
To the silence of their crypt
In the dark, we make them rip
Fealty, thunder whip
Guiding our trip
With every move, they slip
A total loss of grip
When the night thrives
And the spirit comes alive
Then you will see
Hey, we will come for you
Hey, in your nightmares
There we will stay
This is an epitaph
This is dedicated to the ones
That stood in our way