As we lay here, motionless
Drenched in the foul tyranny of deception and blasphemy
The deceased, the unsealed
The angel descends, transfixing the darkness of our blackened heavens
The absolution of mankind's misery
The despotic leviathan is cast into the darkness of the Abyss
The epoch of our deliverance, our reprieve
The martyrs resurrect, ascend from their final rest
To reclaim their place at the side of the throne for 1000 years
Ruling over this rotting earth, this empty shell of a world
And we, the deceased, the wretched unsealed, that inhabit it
Until that day, the macabre awakening
The leviathan bursts forth from his desolate tomb
And we, the wretched, are defiled
With a jarring malice in his eyes
And the martyrs blood in his voice
He wages war on Heaven
The abominable armies of the Kings
O this volatile Earth bay for annihilation
And in a deathly chorus they scream
Heaven shall burn tonight