Obtained by time, entering the final hour

Our last request, will be the rise to power

From where we stand upon the misty ground of misery

Where the shadows lie, and darkness will forever be

No longer bond by fear, the will of man will set us free

Towards the light

Kill the enemy

Obtained by fire, entering the final hour

A thousand deaths, flesh and soul devoured

From where we stand upon the misty ground of misery

Where the shadows lie, and darkness will forever be

No longer bond by fear, the will of man will set us free

Towards the light

Kill the enemy