Sentence was closed, it was central divide Nothing to destroy this land that we thrive Follow a path home but not on our own soil Ain't doomed, detached from this mortal coil Religious conversion is a demand Deacons and bishops will die by my hand The liar defeated forever should be And will not be stripped by identical thieves I thought it's a dead game, I thought it's a threat A suite of powers renew in my hand Come with beheadings and cut off with knife I've come to lead omen ahead of the tide () Bring the war to us all Reek fear of man I ride for legion Under command No room for cowards Fight where you stand (Guitar solo) () (2) The fur race up all his emissaries Do a dispose to the racial degree We fit the remnant, we don't realize We did not tolerate to lead us to arms There is a pagan I have to destroy The answer's wicked and losses are great Commit the purge and the fire await