He who walks the fire breathes

Unlike the rest


Living by the bloody creed


Kirisute gomen

Air of battle tasting stale


Reeks of deceit


Send the bitter straight to hell

Kirisute gomen


In their wretched guts all they want is to feed


Unending, covetous hunger known as greed

As the last legion makes it's way to the skies


I can see in their eyes


They've already died

Inside, but as for the outside


I'll take their f**king heads


Quake has bred with the storm

Conceiving war


Wicked stampeding hordes


Kirisute gomen

I will never be what they


Want me to


I live by my own path in life

No turning


Back now, I won't be held down


Forced into a shallow grave built upon their empty ways

There's no turning back


There's hell to pay, such disarray


A bloodied mess, flesh masquerade

With all the blood making a flood


You made your path by crossing us


He who spits the fire seethes

All he detests


Decapitating, bloody creed


Kirisute gomen