Near ending descending
The fall of thriving kingdoms
Your wealth built by our blood

From our infected veins

There's one thing for sure

I will not rest
Until I see you beg for release
Justice will come up from the sky


Death into your hearts


False idols, wrecked ideals
Wisdom for broken souls
Worshiping man-like gods

born of your dis beliefs

Rebellion has covered

our tamed land of old
None of you will escape
War now is in our minds


There's one thing for sure
I will not rest

Until I see you beg for release
Justice will come up from the sky


Death up from the sky

From the sky comes the fall of the dead