If you had not committed such acts a curse like me
Would not be sent upon you
God cannot be captured in house of brick and stone
Commanding the thoughts of millions
Now the day of dread has come
Disfigured there faces? Nothing will save you
You have the nerve
You will be added to the pile of friends behind you
As we storm the ramparts
Your flesh will be my earth
Fell the voice of thunder
The time of dread ash come
Feel the weight of millions
Of crashing down on your kingdom
Armies of million
I am the law! The bodies fill the void
You think you’re sly? You're not
Mountains and homes crumble
Your death will be mine
Bodies lay broken
Penance fills the air
The wind will take it all away in time
All the false icons turned to dust
To persecute for the cruelty
The greed
Old man speak for yourself
Not for me
They satiate
The indulge
This is to prove a point
Armies of millions
I am the law
All false icons, Turned to dust
Don't you dare speak for me?
I can speak on my own
Dread will prevail
Dread will prevail
