Flaming sword and cleansing rage

Convicted

So callous

Killing machine - to the grave

Venerate

Ride the chariot of war

Disposed to the role of the jury

Trigger finger the actor of mercy

Justice and all in between

Do you see?

The raining of hell from steel on the horizon

Lest the enemy forget

What powers we possess

Target the homes of the uninvolved

Rot their flesh to compost

Emaciate the structures of thеir safety

Withering landscapes housе

The carcasses of deities

Let them sing

Let the sirens of children sing

Do you see their faces

As you smother them in malice?

Beckon thee, blood trails

Through the streets leaving somber

Let them sing

Let the sirens of children sing

Shallow graves

Bullets tearing through limbs

Will they follow you now?

Bomb their holy land to dust

Orphan their sons and daughters

Hunter with weapon

Alive independent in trust of the missiles, we dance

Turn their purest ground to ash

Mourning their final hour

Visions on screens to torture the funders

Rhythm is kept by gun's thunder

So helplessly

Sand on brick entombs them fully