Weeping, those who strive Mortal, you will die We march, no more
Waiting for the dead to show
I will see them burn in their own flames
I will hunt them down with their own sword
I will spill their blood in their own house
Desultory, will of the world Killed by their own god
Killed by their brothers New world rising
An unseen dimension Rebirth, through this new experience religion of nothing

And still I search for a meaning for my strings to sound like the horn that kept me in this trance
The creator, they slay They've taken his had
We've taken their eyes Drinking their own blood to survive I saw him and I'm still alive
Where's your holy?
Consider yourself dead as you walk through the city Designed just for people like you
No one cares if you're bleeding Bait for others Machines of the unknown
Starts ripping your eyes, your head Showing of weakness in your life

In the dark hours you will see nothing but light Pain will be reality itself