If you died now, where would you go?
A place shrouded with clouds, built for the soul?
Or would you be judged by the hypocrite teacher?

Or take your place as food for a creature?
You swear by a book of a contents: unknown.
To secure your place in a postmortem home.

And bow to the word of countless translations, and altered by those who would slaughter a nation.
So bind your hands, and close your eyes.
just hold fast for the coming tide.

Map out a path 'coz we're truly lost.
Fragments of truth are all that we got'.
An atlas of violence.

The art of misguidance.
A home for the cowards who exploit the mindless.
I watched you steal their innocence,

Now I'll take your $#&@ing life.
You monsters.
'If I were you, then I'd pray to God that Hell is cold'

This is our sanctuary.
You burnt the witches, now we'll burn the kings.
This is our sanctuary.

We will destroy then rebuild everything.
We will destroy everything, we will destroy everything.
So bind your hands, and close your eyes.

just hold fast for the coming tide.
Map out a path 'coz we're truly lost.
Fragments of truth are all that we got'.

An atlas of violence.
The art of misguidance.
A home for the cowards who exploit the mindless.

So close your eyes.
The worst is yet to come, for the Earth's forgotten sons.
The worst is yet to come, for the Earth's forgotten. The Earth's forgotten.

From faith to reason.
This is Horus Season.
From faith to reason.

This is Horus Season.