This is violence In its purest form What it is truly made for Love and hatred flow through my throat With this microphone in my hand
We are the voice for the voiceless among unholy kingdoms drunk with blasphemy We are continents wide and oceans deep The blood of the saints is splashed across the ruins, like a holy holocaust We will return and you will hear an uproar of lost souls
There will be violence! (x2)
Perverse works are in vain Though the light may now seem dim The whole world chases after him This is a movement abandoning hate and preaching war
We are the voice for the voiceless among unholy kingdoms drunk with blasphemy We are continents wide and oceans deep The blood of the saints is splashed across the ruins, like a holy holocaust We will return and you will hear an uproar of lost souls
For the unbelievers who repeatedly try to retain their "faith in humanity" I promise there will be violence
