The tide has risen beyond the mouth of god Drowning in death and suffering Drilled and disciplined the legions rise They will not disobey The bait is set Our deception Stoke the tower Defend the gates Empire calling Battalions fall I know my enemy You don't know me at all My victory wuill be swift Execution of our revolt Your end is near I survive beyond the gates Of the great wall As I look down From this stone wall With my arrogance As you now fall The art of war Is to deceive I know my enemy My dying friend