• Well off from
    The heat of the sun
    Crash of the God
    Of the chosen one
    Raise of the ground
    Of the bleeding sound
    People come forth
    To praise aloud
    Bring and bring
    Bring unto me your sacred
    And beloved
    Take and take
    Take from the earth your broken
    The better off
    King of all
    All cities to fall
    Hearts of the dead
    All made to crawl
    Rise of the tide
    Of the ripened pride
    The willing all
    For sacrifice
    Pull and pull
    Pull your soul forth to be judged
    And damned
    Hate and hate
    Hate for no one that you’ll leave
    Those that you can’t.