The tide has risen beyond the mouth of god Drowning in d**h and suffering Drilled and disciplined the legions rise They will not disobey The bait is set Our deception Stoke the tower Defend the gates Empire calling Battalions fall I know my enemy You don't know me at all My victory wuill be swift Execution of our revolt Your end is near I survive beyond the gates Of the great wall As I look down From this stone wall With my arrogance As you now fall The art of war Is to deceive I know my enemy My dying friend