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Held down and suffering, rise up to break these chains

Flame of rage grows to the fire of revolt

No longer will man be slave, trapped by some false destiny

All of our gods, they will die this day

A whiplash of fury cuts right through the night

The heads of kings will be our feast

We are the bringers of thunder

We’ll never rest until we see Babel burned to the ground

From our deepest curse, we raise perdition’s name

Cast off all sins with their own blood

Gods of killers, break free all mortal claims

Forever anointed the killer of gods

A whiplash of fury cuts right through the night

The heads of kings will be our feast

We are the bringers of thunder

We’ll never rest until we see Babel burned to the ground

Burn Babel, burn