Fire on the stage
Religion decay
Common disarray
Purifying wind
Never disappear
Winter's coming in
Threaten the Master
Revolution faster
Overturn the past
Worshippers' flurry
Reality blurry
End of sanity
Blood on your hands
Say your prayers
And face the Executor
Bow to your Lord
Justice sword
And face the Executor
Only thing you feel
Divine command kill
Bodies fall in chill
Sell up your soul
Won't have anymore
Cannot make a choice
Rest with the rotten
'Sins won't be forgotten'
Intimidation
Teaching the law
Using the saw
Hypocrisy
Blood on your hands
Say your prayers
And face the Executor
Bow to your Lord
Justice sword
And face the Executor
