No lies, no traitors No promises of fear No fake masqueraders No great dictators You'll rot, you'll suffer You'll burn eternally For all your crimes Against the children of creation There is a place To join with your own kind Chosen the way Of no turning back The shadow and the dark They've come to hold you Into the lake of fire... you will fall The shadow and the dark Now will adore you No sign of light and spark No war, no crisis Psychotic lust for gold No trade paralysis Will ever kneel us Your endless torture rises Your freedom has been sold Unholy terrorisers Your power won't last There is a place To join with your own kind Chosen the way Of no turning back