x2 Stamp him out like the fires that rain down 
Genocide on his chosen people 
x2 Lies, there's no chance for your salvation 
I have sat quietly while you speak in cancerous tongues 
To many victims have suffered and await your demise 
As you preach they [bad word] victims spreading tales of genocide 
Tonight, your kingdom dies 
x2 Stamp him out like the fires that rain down 
Genocide on his chosen people 
x2 Lies, there's no chance for your salvation 
x2 There's no chance for your salvation 
I search for solitude within the confeints of my mind 
All I find is nothingness on this I will survive 
Ill create a legion to set fire 
Ill create a legion to set fire to the skies 
Ill create a legion 
To set fire 
To the skies 
To the skies