[Burden of Wrath]

Rise up
Let us fight
The thought away from our backs

And seed
On a cursed land
A lineage of pain

Then to burden
The of the merciful
Who believe in
The bread of the soulless

For the faith you posses
Is nothing but disgust and arrogance
And your need for knowledge
Is an abundance of mockery and desecration

The pain in my heart is not thirst
For a heavenly body

Nor is the failing search for angelic power
It is the fire and it burns
It's just that you
Are in its way

Take part in the shadow of guilt
Please your soul with the wonders of sin
For where will you be
When the lamp is extinguished

But death comes not
With our message
Reverberations from the splendid inheritance
Will redeem the eternal corruption

[repeat 1st, 2nd and 4th verse]

Bring judgement over heads other than your own
Where you hide your shame in songs of praise
Then you shall taste the fruit
Of your own passing away

Like a flock of hellspawns
And stewards of the son of despite
We parry their guile with the magnificence of disgust
By the evidence of our heavy burden
Lies their mind drowning
Left dessicated without power

[repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse]