Tear me up
Rip apart my flesh and taste my blood for they will
Haunt and search
Cthonic chaos omens of the bygone made me
Realize
For the beginning of the end is imminent
Call to arms
Torn from the sphere of this grey reality

Can't face me? Can't face us? Can't face this life?
Can't face yourself? Can't face them?
Violence - bereft from disguise
Torn apart - between hate and hate

I raise the flag of rebellion in the mighty
Hailstorm blows
Lead the pack into this morbid black
Dominion
All arise!
Cannons strike the giant signs of our legions
Metal hordes
We're the rising fire to devour all weakness

Can't face me? Can't face us? Can't face this life?
Can't face yourself? Can't face them?
Violence - bereft from disguise
Torn apart - between hate and hate

We live in the ages of perdition
We hail all the idols of submission
How is this a life, where in singular devotion
You fail to resist, to resist emotion?

We feast on the remains of the fallen
And dream of the heroes long forgotten
How vain is this bath in bloody ashes
Torn apart by word 'til the world collapses

Screams - silent words from the pit of revelation
Bitterness is the price of adoration
Look at yourself - and tell me what you see
Is this being one with you - or one with me?

From the apex of this torn world I shall make them
Hear the screams
Leave behind the misery and know no fear we're
Warriors
Hold our heads up high while they all fail to see and
Realize
This is not a fucking game and our dead world is
Not the prize

Can't face us? Can't face this life?
Can't face yourself? Can't face them?
Violence - bereft from disguise
Torn apart - between hate and hate

The empires have fallen
The path has been chosen
The lives have been wasted
The core of rebellion - an unknown deception - no reasons to die for a cause that will fail
The will of a million - the voice of seduction - a falling ideal just like hammer on nail
Behold - and see - a fire is rising!

Until the world collapses I stand on high ground
I walk the fields of chaos, and feast off the sound
Brutality - insanity - the curses on my kind
Yet I have seen so many
things their minds will never, never find

The price of this life
A moment of illumination
A fire that purges the strife
The nausea of nothingness

Omens and symbols - the signs in the skies
Have never showed me destiny - they only showed me lies
The price of freedom is the pain of aching heart and sense
This rising fire conquers all - a broken world to cleanse!

A broken world to cleanse - to cleanse!