Emancipate the forever enslaved
Devouring sources of dismay
Consuming the not consumable
Controlling the uncontrollable
This solitude arose to abdicate
Lords of a distant world evoked within
Dethrone the kings of Old
Enthrone the extract of sins so cold
[Chorus:]
Forge the sins sublime
The sins sublime
Foul soils ignite transcendent abnormities
Conjured, employed by mad beliefs
Foul soils ignite grim lying deceit
Insubstantial concise; ignorant disease
For belief, just for belief
[Repeat Chorus]
Vague cries of dark distant times
Arose for abdication dissolved
Dethrone kings of Old
It's my time
-the extract of sins so cold
I devour what thou can't digest
Turn soils sour, thy orders infest
Holy father moan