Do you feel the establishment
And the pain that surrounds
Your home your land and makes you mourne
Makes you one of the ill

Why to keep thinking so much
You became almost incurable
Due to the promises not fulfilled
Again

Kill, kill, give them peace and wish them well
Kill, kill, send them all home, their pretty cells
Kill, kill, return to the ruins and ring the bell
Kill, kill, dig your own grave and face hell

Chambers shaking
Bones burning underground

Kill, kill, give them peace and wish them well
Kill, kill, send them all home, their pretty cells
Kill, kill, return to the ruins and ring the bell
Kill, kill, dig your own grave and face hell

Empty city
That once belonged to us
Aqueducts full of scum
Remains the ancient ones

And I refuse again
To maintain this scorn
We'll gather to slay the pest
And bring death to the enthroned

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