Burning, seething, building inside
Immanent assault
Blackened, sanguine, pounding
Rage
Devastation results
Hear a thousand screams from far
Perceiving the pain so near
Imbibe the taste of suffering
The bitterness is sweet
Heralded from underground
Champion of the weak
A rotten pedestal of lies
Stands below my feet
Promising a golden age
Ambitious words are thrown
Within the land
The seeds of massacres are sewn
[Chorus]
Call to arms
Getting closer
Fueled on years of death
Call to arms
Erase their lives
And scorch the earth
I sit atop the highest mount
The world within my hands
The opulence of hate, my crimes
Luxurious guilt demands
I speak of dark impending doom
You easily could berate
But your are sightless not to see
That this is our fate
Your name means nothing
Your hand is weak
What I gain is all
I hate, I loath, I conquer
Solo: Stef C.
I sit atop the highest mount
The world within my hands
The opulence of hate, my crimes
Luxurious guilt demands
I'm rich with anger and your loss
Metamorphosize
Into a state of apathetic masticated lies
