Tyrant, you'll be damned by your power   and the blood you've split   You will die by the sword      The violence   We Suffer   Why you live for?   The walls of creation have been destroyed   You may raise your rifle to the sun   but you have not won   No, you have not won      Bastard, you won't be forgiven   and no, we won't lay down   Tyrant, you're the plague of existence   Tyrant, you're the king of the damned      The battles of this fashioned war   Ain't what we've been fighting for   Tyrant, you know your time has come   As soldiers emptied   Their rounds into your side   Tyrant, you know your time has come   As soldiers marched on ...   your empty skin