i know of the horn hidden under
hidden under a city
hidden under a city of shame and disgrace
hidden deep to be found by the One

I know of the sacred horn 
there's a horn of old, there's a [bad word] of Ire
hidden under a city of thousand heathens
some of them will be hanged from the trees

awaken the King of the kings
shining spear in his hand and our faith is
to slay them all down
to grind non believers to dust

prepare your arrows and slings
our anguish and faith is to [bad word] them [bad word] them all down
like a roaring storm

have you heard the news there's good rocking tonight
bodies on the ground, bodies left to rot
thus it all begins, that is how ends it all
picking up vibrations leaving bodies on the ground
bodies on the ground
bodies left around

a genocide is going on tonight
a genocide is going on tonight