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A hand raised against His throne means war

From fathers to sons

We do not know fear and hatred

Your crown and throne

And Your iniquities arouse You in the lust

Our hands are raised

And Your armies will fall

You adore gold, stone and wood

The enemy makes noise for nothing

Because You're with Us

Thousand will fall at Our side

Ten thousend at the right

Vomit Your soul in the black fire of wrath and the void

We don't want allies

We don't want Your idols

Who has ears, hear! Who has eyes...

Crimson Sea, colored with Your blood

Turns to life, for Those who want to live

Turns to shine, like the great Sun's surface

Burns the pride, to erase the infection

When the Chalice will be emptied

Will come this time

Like a thief in the night

Here, You'll fall

Even if I shall walk

In the valleys of the shadows of Death

I will not be afraid of evil

Because You are with Me

When the Chalice will be emptied

Will come this time

Like a thief in the night

Here, You'll fall

If You walk in the fire

You will not consume