I smell the fear of d**h lingering in the air tonight a world we once called home now infected by parasites we march forward to our mortality one by one beware the trumpet sounds this plague has been unleashed upon this bloodshed town you face extermination, so we prepare for war if we don't save ourselves we'll perish in the storm I, I fight for glory marching the desolate wastelands of earth I, I fight for grievance like wolves we hunger for the flesh of mankind nowhere to run your demise has begun the prophets warned that this day would come where the sky will fall in flames and the demon grows in lust all things that breath will turn to dust I've become an abomination craving the blood of the mutilated consumed by greed, and I'm fuelled by hatred I'll take the fate of an entire nation so save yourself the prophets warned that this day would come I smell the fear of d**h lingering in the air tonight the dark, the cold, the hollow souls of the darkest lords are bleeding humanity dry such a desolate wasteland where the angels reduced to a fiend a perfect setting for an apocalyptic scene and I the tyrant would descend upon the earth to burn the kingdom and release the truth