Howling of fear shreds it's way through the sky
Look below to your kingdom of genocide
Fate intervenes and blacks out the sun
So much for being the chosen one
Your righteousness has come to be your Achilles
Your righteousness has come to be your weakness
Staring into your loss of power
Face eternal
Collapse and cower
No remains
Console it
Console it
No refrains from your disdains
Console it
Console it
No remains
Howling of fear shreds it's way through the sky
Sinking down in your throne of suicide
A tyrant of rulers has come to cease
The death of a martyr to bring about peace
Your righteousness has come to be your Achilles
Your righteousness has come to be your weakness
Your righteousness has come to be your Achilles
Your righteousness has come to be your weakness
Death of
Death of a martyr
Death is secure