Did You Rid The Land As We Told
They Must Go
They Must Go
Until Their Plague Has Run Its Course
You Must Go
You Must Go
The Bloody Waste Done To Feed All The People
To Bring All The Meat To Their Forks
Anticipation Is The Key To The City
If You Can Produce The Hidden Gold
Lace The Dead With Poison Where They Roam
Take Control
Take Control
And Claim Your Bounty For Their Coats
You Uphold Our Control
Convey Salvation By Bearing The Deeds Of Protection To
Those Who Feel Exposed
At The Foundation We Need The Impression
Of Being Supreme
To The World