You think that they will give you all the answers? From a book written in blood and sinistry Their killing force, our sickening shores Spreading like wild fire their disease Obscured in absolutes, they left this place consumed My heart forever bleeding, our soul craving entombed Judgement calls Pariahs! I'm reaching the unknown I'm cleaning all the wounds To rot they left us cold, in sickness and consumed In dissolution One faith to steal our gold, one faith to kill our gods One king to bleed the poor not here forever... And forevermore Nail them! Retribution! Nail them! To the cross! We are paving our way To darkness We are paving our way To madness Why does this empty color roam in the pale sky? As time and death, they follow, crowding the pale skies