The Doom of All Fires

The doom, the doom, the doom of all fires
The ghost, the ghost, the ghost of all martyrs
The dust, the dust, the dust of empires
The roar, the roar, the roar of the lion

The crash, the trash, the crash of the west
The grind, the mind, the grind of all life
The horror, the sorrow, the horror of all sorrows
The pain, the hate, the song remains insane

Unrest, the last retaliation is red
The few, the youth and now you must kill
The roar, the war, the roar of the war
The sick, the weak awaken in their sleep

The fallen not forgotten shall inherit this Earth
The blood, the flood, the blood and the fire
The hate, the fate, the hate of the land
Incinerate the hate, apocalyptic rage

Beyond, beyond will thrash and burn
The call, the call, the call of the unknown
The fall, the fall, the fall of Babylon
Inflikted, inflikted, muthafuckin' wicked

Slaughter, slaughter, slay without sorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow will bring the new order
The storm, the storm, I follow the storm
Tá foda, tá foda, detona Mixhell

They tell me about a place, another race, another life
Another world without a trace, a world without name
They tell me about a place where they don't stab you in the back
They don't spit in your face, they don't shame on your name