Fire to the ashes Risen from your graves Mount the lightning again Descend in the realm of shadows Reign with terror and reign supreme Subdued lions of your time Known for tyranny by gentle and kind A cowards concept of lies It's the triumphant who are just Only for us to dance in the wrong hands In the wrong palm In the wrong mind But you are our balm And we will make demands And we will deny them the freedom The cursed and fallen grant us Second chance Abide by the law of your gods Gift them your lives You are nothing but stock for today Your children tomorrow and grandchildren next Now you cling to straws To those atrocities you were to hate To save your skin, unashamed Descend in the realm of shadows And elevate, elevate Safely limit our mind We are but beasts in the shadow of their time We are but broken and oppressed fed up Clawless, fangless we will annihilate