See the towers are crumbling, great domes fall apart
This once potent realm has long since lost its spark
Like an old bitter ghost of some glorious past, the world mocks the splendor from which
It was cast, like a ghost from the past
From which it was cast

See your dying realm, your world has ended
Like its false ideas, you can not mend it

Wretched fates seek their shelter, not ready to part
With a world reigned by (absolute) order; a clenched fist with no heart
Dead eyed stares see no evil in their glorious past, they all cheer the splendor form which
They were cast
Poison fills every vein
Hands caress their own chains
Grey dust fills every lung
Choking words of treason before they are sung
Amongst the ruins alone
Stands a crocked old throne
On this old wretched thing
There sits intolerance as king

He never weeps
He never sleeps
Scorn all that lives
He never forgives
Burn your witches!
Serve your priests!
Burn your bridges!
Enslaved your inner beast!
Burn your bridges!
Slay the beast within!
Raise your idols above any living thing!