No lies, no traitors
No promises of fear
No fake masqueraders
No great dictators
You'll rot, you'll suffer
You'll burn eternally
For all your crimes
Against the children of creation
There is a place
To join with your own kind
Chosen the way
Of no turning back
The shadow and the dark
They've come to hold you
Into the lake of fire... you will fall
The shadow and the dark
Now will adore you
No sign of light and spark
No war, no crisis
Psychotic lust for gold
No trade paralysis
Will ever kneel us
Your endless torture rises
Your freedom has been sold
Unholy terrorisers
Your power won't last
There is a place
To join with your own kind
Chosen the way
Of no turning back