Wicked prophets kill. speaking His name
A King is born to a house filled with rage
In the glory of an innocent age
One man's fear is another man's truth, one fear
The blind suffer at the hands of sin
Lines are drawn where the boundaries begin
Then thousand broken, by the madness within, broken One more, cry in the night, one more
One more, war left to fight, one more
One child's angry desire, one more
Hearts of stone, pride without shame
One life, cut down by fire As the heavens, fall from the sky, fallin'
Wicked prophets kill while speaking His name
Brother to brother, blood on their hands
Desolation in the Kingdom of Man
Holy vengence is the justice of Hell
Mercy, mercy Wings of fire. No more, no more
Drums of Thunder
One more, one.
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