Poisonous tongues slither in the dark
Speaking in codes delivered by the wind
Whispers among your people lit the spark
Revenge to be taken, your God is blind!

To those near, who nothingness fear
Awaiting in the dark attack his heart!

The fire touches his wounded hand
Burning what's left, a dying land
You thought your God could never fail
Sadly know nothing of what is frail

To murder a God, to murder a God
Attack his heart

To those near, who nothingness fear
Awaiting in the dark attack his heart!

Poisonous tongues slither in the dark
Spoke in codes delivered by the wind
Whispers among your people lit the spark
Revenge has been taken, your God is dead!

To those near, who nothingness feared
Awaiting in the dark attacked his heart!