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Field of downfall, field of graves

Cradle of bloodshed, cradle of braves

The horizon is colder, we have no pain

The moon isn't hiding, we are revenge

Army of tyrants, the most hateful men

Tremble at my arrival, sentence of death

As a strong firestorm I'll use up your breath

And if I am dead, tell me where I'm buried

My filthy ashes will be your eternal glory

The horizon is colder, we have no pain

The moon isn't hidden, we are revenge

Army of tyrants, the most hateful men

Tremble at my arrival, sentence of death

As a strong firestorm I'll use up your breath

And if I am dead, tell me where I'm buried

My filthy ashes will be your eternal glory

I'm your executioner, your offense... your faith

Repent and beg for your pathetic existence