The burn of the rising sun, the conquered blood flowing free
with the beating drums of death singing before the raging sea.
A cool sting of mist diminish the warmth before the coming light
screams my demons wont miss this terror that’s coming tonight.
The steam of rage provoked because of the lies from the lips of fools
tears in a mother’s eyes explaining to her hungry child there is no food.
Who will hear the call before the pending fall of those enslaved not freed
the cruel hearts born of wicked minds watching chanting let them bleed.
Whipping wind whispering in the background before the call for men to heel
oh vengeance is mine say the lord still not sure of who’s blood will be spilled.