Why should we serve that which betrays
Leeches, they steal of our lives
Why should we lower ourselves to the beasts

Submissive they are to be made
We need not to be held in their chains
Illusions but they can still hold

We rise within the strength
The One Who lays them to waste


Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land
So perfect It's Way unopposed
Punisher of the treacherous ones