歌词
New dawn to fuel the curse
the winds of plague
bring rapture to the ill
The is the day you fall
Wrath of the cunning ones indifferent
your excuses and intent
The forbrearance is all
Futile you come undone
Try to play God - I lust for blood
Treading on bruised ones' backs,
you hopeless failure of hypocrisy
Lament the scribe in vain
Talk and I listen through;
I'm unspoken of in any tongue
Here comes the ******* pain
Futile you come undone
Try to play God - I lust for blood
And it's yours
Assailand, die in pain
You know who you are
Bell tolls, beheading you,
violence is the setting free of truth
Can't take away what's true
Sma*******ng your house of lords,
crush you to the bone and lay to waste
Death warrant is due
Your death is due