Everything in it's good time
Keep your hate pent up inside
Revolution calling!
Voice of changes dawning!
Today your bloodstained sun will rise!

Feel the hand
Of disarray
Grab a hold
And then it blows you away
You will not touch me
You would not want to
Come near me
And I will kill you!

There is a war coming!

Feel the hand
Of disarray!
Grab a hold
And then it blows you away

This is a call to all
So brandish your arms
In glory we kill
So choose a weapon of war
Fight to the death
Earth and stars will collide
Under the heavens we sleep
With blood on our minds

There is a war coming!

Pick up your fallen
Leave no man behind
Destroy all that confronts you
Kill what isn't your kind
Mercy is weak
Battles wheels keep on turning
And Novus is burning!

You will not touch me
You would not want to
Come near me
And I will kill you!

There is a war coming!
There is a war coming!
There is a war coming!
Beware you meek. Hahahaha!
And Novus is burning!