A beating heart, a dream
A dying soul, shedding tear
Fueled with anger, blasphemes
A cast out, breeding hate
Not against man, not against God
Just a selfless strife
On the ways of man and the ways of God

Death is just one breath away,
While living far from lies,
True to self, and the others' lives
Vision so bright, invisible to man
But to this product,
Of blind hatred.

"Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis;
Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis."

Eater of Gods, this creature will be
The tortured, tolerator of pain
All his dreams gone, dead in vain
Yet breathing, to take your breath away
Not to avenge, but to clear
All the fake that is in us.

We watch the world tell
Us how to live everyday.
We suppose we don't question, but we still question
As we live our lives
Through the lies
That we tell
Ourselves everyday.
Every day is, just another lie
That furthers us from ourselves
And what we would dream of.
We bite a lie right off another
We hide and then we cry
For our own self-made self
The one we refuse to stop.
We feel the need for the change,
But regardless we wont ever change.
We only change,
Our faces,
Our colours,
Our clothes and dresses
Just to look new, under a fresh-looking lie.
Maybe this is all a lie,
Which is hardly untrue.
And that the truth is,
You will never lie, when you lie.
Because you are made of lies.  
As a matter of fact,
We are made of lies.
We all lie, and we are the law.

Rise, brothers,
Freedom calls us.
Grab your guns
Wear your helms

This day all tyrants
Will turn to our servants
This night their hearthstone,
We will own!

Army of the horde is on the way
Warriors, line up!
Standby for battlecry
Bloodlust has conquered our minds and our souls.
Rip off their hearts,
Break their skulls!

Trenches made of corpse
Armors made of bones
Slaying the horde is our goal

Taunts and cry-outs
Sounds of swords and shields
Is our music

Their throats and their backs
Sounds of the bones break
Injured warriors are bleeding
It paints your soul

Stand up and fight
Drive the lance of light
Into the eye of the night
Free the world from the rage of this dark hate

Army of the horde is on the way.
Warriors, line up!
Standby for battlecry
Bloodlust has conquered our minds and our souls.
Rip off their hearts and break their skulls!

Rise up!

For decades we have watched
The pest having feast
Over people of nations
At each others' throats

While mankind's fate is at stake
Due to the campaigns of war
For the profit of the few
Yet the masses have no clue

As lives grow within this so-called civilized world
Thirst for achievements of inhumane mold
Our hearts gone cold
And our souls grown old

We live, as we die.
We die, and then we die.

Death is far, far past us
And life, is nothing but a word
Lies, are the food for our souls
To rest at ease as they are heard

We live, as we die.
We die, and then we die.

Ages of mental slavery,
Has brought us pain and calvary.
Within this world of treachery
Is hidden a billion mysteries.
By the deceitful masonry
The world is living in misery.
To end this supreme crookery,
Minds must be free of any boundary.

The sound
Of global disorder has deafened us
From hearing the marching
Of those who once did fall
Winds of the end are blowing as mistral

Apathy and distrust
The weakening waves of frost
Have left on our flesh a crust
Resistant to any light to ******
In between sides we have lost
Our map
Our path
We played and we lost.

This is the sound of global disorder
That deafened us
From hearing the marching
Of those who once did fall
Winds of the end are blowing as mistral

Helpless as long as lives would last.
Just as happened in the past.
Destructive thoughts of doubt
Eating
Our lives and our whereabouts

The purpose of those who just preach
Does not regard your well-being
You suppose it does, but you’re fooled
Between the lines is where you can find the key
To truth…

For there is life, there's death
For there is pain, there's strength
But why is there life, why pain?
Why must dreams remain vain?


For there's love, there is hate
Why do we find joy in what we negate?


For there's anger, there is hope
Crime of passion, with gun or rope
If ignored, forms misanthrope
If abided, it's done blinded


Let there be death,
Resist no more
So then may the
Miserable rest.
But don't force death
Let there be life
So that they go,
When it's their time