The heart of other's hell
Knife at the throat
The flames fed by the faithful
Where eyes are scorched of hope
Blasphemer burned beheaded
From a far we are slaves
From near we are less
Struggle to feed
We perish or bleed
Feeding on their own
They are horror
Where order is murder
Faith is the bullet
The zealot pulse beats and bays for blood
Where eyes are scorched of hope
Blasphemer burned beheaded
From a far we are slaves
From near we are less
Struggle to feed
We perish or bleed
Feeding on their own
They are horror
Take our land
Take our lives
All in the names of gods and pride
We perish or bleed
Descend
Descend
Descend
Descend into the maw of the darkest madness
Tear your own flesh
Hope is silent to the helpless
They are horror
Left with no hope, no faith
For other's wars his son was slain
Where eyes are scorched of hope
Blasphemer burned beheaded
Blasphemer burned or beheaded
From a far we are slaves
From near we are less
Struggle to feed
We perish or bleed
Feeding on their own
They are horror
Horror