Forward to heaven
Into the fields
Where the bodies lay
Tip of the sword
Among the horde
Shepherds of the grave
Above
Burns rays from the bastard sun
Below
Your idols lay dead and cold
Indescribable torment
As steel rips through your flesh
Your illusions of grandeur
Struck down with your death
Call out
Your prayers mean nothing now
Cry out
Your screams will echo through empty halls
1,000 Cuts
Bring you to hell
1,000 Cuts
Hear the toll of the reaper's bell
1,000 Cuts
Cease to rust
1,000 Cuts
Return to dust
You've died for nothing
A sinner's death
For the ages of pain you've caused
I hope it was worth it
Empires you've built now forever gone
In death
You will pay for what you've done to us
In Hell
You will receive final justice