x2 Stamp him out like the fires that rain down
Genocide on his chosen people
x2 Lies, there's no chance for your salvation
I have sat quietly while you speak in cancerous tongues
To many victims have suffered and await your demise
As you preach they become victims spreading tales of genocide
Tonight, your kingdom dies
x2 Stamp him out like the fires that rain down
Genocide on his chosen people
x2 Lies, there's no chance for your salvation
x2 There's no chance for your salvation
I search for solitude within the confeints of my mind
All I find is nothingness on this I will survive
Ill create a legion to set fire
Ill create a legion to set fire to the skies
Ill create a legion
To set fire
To the skies
To the skies