He who walks the fire breathes
 Unlike the rest
 Living by the bloody creed
 Kirisute gomen
 Air of battle tasting stale
 Reeks of deceit
 Send the bitter straight to [bad word]  Kirisute gomen
 In their wretched guts all they want is to feed
 Unending, covetous hunger known as greed
 As the last legion makes it's way to the skies
 I can see in their eyes
 They've already died
 Inside, but as for the outside
 We'll take their [bad word] heads
 Quake has bred with the storm
 Conceiving war
 Wicked stampeding hordes
 Kirisute gomen
 I will never be what they
 Want me to
 I live by my own path in life
 No turning
 Back now, I won't be held down
 Forced into a shallow grave built upon their empty ways
 There's no turning back
 There's [bad word] to pay, such disarray
 bloodied mess, flesh masquerade
 With all the blood making a flood
 You made your path by crossing us
 He who spits the fire seethes
 All he detests
 Decapitating, bloody creed
 Kirisute gomen