Destroy Thy, Destroy He

We are the damned

Convinced of deception composed by generations

Crushed spirits in the remembrance

Crushed spirits in the remembrance

They say they've seen the battle

They say they've seen it all

But triumph comes with dying

Their lives are not yet worn

Our fathers fall beneath the sky

Call

Call upon the infernal angels

Call the names of the wicked

Of the wicked

Crowds of fools riot for their pleasure

The city becomes a sight of horror

Your face becomes another sight of fear

Shadows swallow what used to be our homes

As they clear, our world's deceased

Our world's deceased

Our world's deceased

Our world's deceased