Wild commotion on the streets They paint the rivers red The rivers are what oceans eat They feed on all the dead Behead the serpent Sion Lest ye be but past A riot rich in violence Of vile but banded thought The voice in serpentine A venomous and ill temptation To a shrinking human heart And resolve to those who defy it This is a breath of evil Fight the fire with desire To be the hell itself Now, embrace the venom King of flames and end The dance to Sion's games Reward yourself in vault of boundless Power he possessed The flames engulfing you will Put it all to rest This era, the sins of seven Burn it to forget the only thing The only thing that's a regret The only thing that brings all down A being built on sacrifice And reputation of a race And everything is falling down And everyone is failing to forget You Sion wore the crown And this is what we get Time to put you to bed Sleep beneath, more than 6 feet deep Where the hydra's and the myths are lost We're walking on the heads of beasts Still mentioned in the tales at least You are no more