The day the empire will break down Each stone from its halls Cast into the water The flames of the candles of our faith Will distort into smoke The wick's limp broken neck Withers with this curse Sacrifice our body for the spirit of hateful passion ♪ Hoist the dominant soul like a war flag Out of the rigored corpse from our resistance Burned on the boards of the church pews Where human rubbish wait For instructions of their own decomposition