The circle is closing in

Captured in darkness and damnation

Made to be wrong, the unwritten curse

The crown of thorns in ours

We inhaled rejection

We're exhaling doom

This is death from above

Your shields like paper

Your wall like glass

The torch will lead our

Our rage is bullet

Your empire the target

Your whole system will fall

Buildings of gold turn into stone

Blood washes the streets

The arrow of revenge

Opens the gates to your own hell