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 
I'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