Relics of a long forgotten past
They shall be destroyed
Fictions on which the feeble depend
They shall be destroyed
Rusty nails torn from their flesh
Frail wretches crushed by loss
Hail the death of piety
A thousand knives impaling the hearts of the holy
As idols fall
Shall darkness rise
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
