The sound, bleak pulse
No love, no solace
Until the young wolves
Take it back
Declare your worth
Against oppressive hands
We’re calling out against
The forked tongue
The only cure for this bleeding heart
Bleed the right cause
State your efforts
It’s a commitment
To burn it all down
Burn
No god is a shackle worth saving
This is the deicide of dogma
No god is a shackle worth saving
This is the deicide of dogma
