Time to reap the faces of denial
Final words to say
Cultivate their spirits of the ancient

Warring on your way
Crying to save their own gods
Biding their time again

Disowning their weak and their lords
Guilty til the end


Now, call me to stay
I am the way
Tell me to run

I am the one
Ask me to wait
I am the wraith

Tell me to go
I am the whole


Riding on through amidst the mindless
Forcing the failing ghosts with
The tower of our pious fathers

The tower of their lies
Tearing apart their silence golden
Breaking their heathen ways

Their shoulders will burden the blades
Of the Soldiers Of Demise


Tiring of impiety they follow
The writings of their faith
Ignorance is weaponized immortal

He's waiting. The pearly gates
Tearing the right of religion
Their bodies 'fore decay

Crusaders of the holiest order
Cower! They come your way