Ravaged condition
The blood and tragedy
All God's creations
All willing on the streets you flood

With countless opposition
Regale as others count the cost
Prevail in deprivation
Deluded righteous will fall
Before uncertainty of loss

Unholy resurgence
On the first chime, it's the last time
Your lonely soul will rot

Such indecision
A sudden travesty
Defiant natured
Unforgiving are the weeping ones

The lavished inquisition
In vain, another fight was lost
With furious revelation
Behold the righteous will fall
Before the serpent on the cross

Unholy resurgence
On the first chime, it's the last time
Your lonely soul will rot

Born the first in line
The good die as the bad die
Forged a lasting shrine
The good die, never denied

Such certainty of loss
With the Serpent on the cross
The first chime is the last time
Your holy soul will rot
The first chime as we all die