With words of scorn they call
Through the times they burn
Where they go death always follows

Through the skies like the wind thy storm
Birds of doom
Filled with a holy rage against you all

With words of scorn they call
The stranger is an enemy
Servants of a false god they are

Holders of innocence
Drowned in blood
Blameless observers of eternity

Drowned in blood
In the hopeless land of no return
Through the times they'll burn

The stranger is an enemy
Servants of a false god they are
Holders of innocence