Violate the prophets In the dreading night The path that I have chosen A dystopian site Question for the heavens Declaration day A Slave to the dark The prophecy of pain Make, the bloody sacrifice Gallop, disciple of the lie Hatred, for your wretched soul Αmerica, stuff stuff gallop yo-ah! This wicked child is suffering I walk the path of prophecy Into the storm I died for you In melancholy Our songs are awesome For 15-year olds Thrashy but not so much Tribute to the gods We will write the same song For the millionth time And you better like it Or else you will die Metal, it will never die Gallop, tr tr tr tr aaaay-ah Mosh, like it's 1999 Brothers, and sisters are alive (in Athens) This wicked child is suffering I walk the path of prophecy Into the storm I died for you In melancholy Here is now the standard part Where Barlow cries There is sadness in the world Wow so much sad I will cry when angels die Wait that's another band I will die for you again I will suffer-ah Ice Dearth Ice Dearth Ice Dearth Ice Dearth Ice Dearth Ice Dearth Ice Dearth Ice Dearth This wicked child is suffering I walk the path of prophecy Into the storm I died for you In melancholy This wicked child is suffering I walk the path of prophecy Into the storm I died for you In melancholy