Born of the few remnants
We approach
Erase
Go
We were born in the great hour
The chosen few
Glory for the sons
Freedom beckons
Revolt
We're thrown to the nothing
Scattered out
Usurping the sky
Waves to the flood
Dawn of the dead
They use you
So weak and frail
They use you, fools
Go with your hearts in hand
Break their minds until they wither
I arise
Come swallow the sun
Let it rip
Until the armament shivers
Leave no stone unturned
Be merciless
The sun devours the silence