This is violence in its purest form, what it is truly made for,
love and hatred flow through my throat, with this microphone in my hand.
We are the voice for the voiceless among unholy kingdoms drunk with blasphemy.
We are continents wide and oceans deep,
the blood of the saints is splashed across the ruins like a holy holocaust.
We will return and you will hear an uproar of lost souls.
There will be violence! There will be violence!
This is violence in its purest form, what it is truly made for,
love and hatred flow through my throat, with this microphone in my hand.
We are the voice for the voiceless among unholy kingdoms drunk with blasphemy.
We are continents wide and oceans deep,
the blood of the saints is splashed across the ruins like a holy holocaust.
We will return and you will hear an uproar of lost souls.
There will be violence! There will be violence!
