Death lord, you vow destruction onto the ones despaired Now their abode is reeking, their women ensnared You bring severe misfortune, famine and drought They're on their knees in prayer, human cattle crying out Loss, ruin Half of the rags, double the cold Loss, ruin Coming of jackals, reaping the spoils They turn the holy dagger towards themselves Let it twist in holy ways, ah The means of dehydration upon a sea of flesh Now mortals, your father has condemned you to unrest Suffer In distress ♪ War prize (prize) They were left to rot Environcide They were blind and we were not ♪ Loss, ruin Half of the rags, double the cold ♪ You bring severe misfortune, famine and drought They're on their knees in prayer, human cattle crying out They turn the holy dagger towards themselves Let it twist in holy ways They turn the holy dagger towards themselves Let it twist in holy ways