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Righteous mask, putrid stench of decades past This ancient stone shall crumble and fall to ruin we were sentenced, to rule we are entailed Biding our time in calm peace and blasphemy Awoken from our anxious sleep with daggers to our necks Dust now blown from shield and sheath, the hunt is on (is on) Mercy none for the scum giving none to others A vengeance swift and savage to even out the numbers Bloodsea ridges invocations of the storm The rightful kill is mother earth's for the taking Today shall draw the line and let the rope run tight Round their necks 'til the fire of life has left their eyes String them up 'til the bells of war have lost their chime Round by round, let the force of retribution sow Cross after cross after cross on a godless shore Depicted in your scrolls as a monument of evil Dehumanizing faith to mold the human clay And so you die with the promise of a sacred land Yet in death's eyes we're all corpses all the same In the absence of light only darkness will thrive Letras de cancionesand death shall prosper Round their necks 'til the fire of life has left their eyes String them up 'til the bells of war have lost their chime Round by round, let the force of retribution sow Cross after cross after cross on a godless shore Hold you down as you gasp for air Drive the cleaver further down Bind those hands that clutch for light Let the rope run... Hold you down as you gasp for air Drive the cleaver further down Bind those hands that clutch for light Let the rope run tight Round their necks 'til the fire of life has left their eyes String them up 'til the bells of war have lost their chime Round by round, let the force of retribution sow Cross after cross after cross on a godless shore From Letras Mania