From the Ashes of Sin

I feel the cold air hit my face

Take the fear away

I feel the fire burn my skin

As I approach

My death is certain but still

I don't regret my dreams

I faced the tyrants who want

The whole world on their knees

You must obey us

We are the messengers of the god

The fate of your souls

Lies within our grasp

Lies... Fear... Hate... Are your spawns

We were all filled with your lies

Since we were born