Surrender your cloth and collar priest
There's no need for your beliefs in war
This is a place for heathens
Into that darkness fires illuminate
Grotesquely swollen by the heat
half-burned corpse hanging naked
stream is poisoned by the dead
I ghostly light, debris of war

Lead us to the brink of extinction
The time [bad word] for you now to finish it

What has man [bad word] a funeral pyre
Now that judgement's near prepare to die
Need to suffer lust for power mindless hunger never win

Final six is here the cycle ends

I [bad word] for you my child
And the gift I bring is murder
Sumarian death in eastern winds
Face the father of your terror
Godless warheads wait to breath
Set their sights on history
Distant silhouettes of the dead
Blacken face screams through the ashes

Lead us to the brink of extinction
The time [bad word] for you now to finish it

What has man [bad word] a funeral pyre
Now that judgement's near prepare to die
Need to suffer lust for power mindless hunger never win

Final six is here the cycle ends

Mankind owes his pain to [bad word] As he brings the end upon himself
Arms rising from the ashes
In the ghastly light of human flares
Berith soldiers capture souls
Shadows of human sacrifice
The return of everything that's dead
cryptic promise from the heavens

Lead us to the brink of extinction
The time [bad word] for you now to finish it

Dead flowers for a faceless dead
city engulfed by the smell of the death
Bodies piled beneath the mist
Walking dead among the living
The world will bleed while horseman ride
Now that God has wept for Judas
Days are numbered find your grave
Forever trying to escape to [bad word]