Blood stains the castle walls, down the stairs, and into green gold
Shadows of an invisible war haunt the streets
Mass hysteria tramples the old, drowns the young into the depths of a terror whose treachery runs deep
Deep enough to disembowel the earth

Grab them by the throat, rip out a chunk and salt the hole
Reputation is inept when waging war
The death of a holy one is worth fighting for Hang the vermin

We will exterminate the night
You'll be the first to die at the gallows

The sound of your spine tingles me to the bone
Retribution is a cause worth fighting for, the whores of restlessness are begging for more
We're on the brink of the death of a golden age, an age where all there is to get paid

At the price of a golden age, all the damage is done