Mithras Trample Their Works
Level their church Bury it deep beneath the ground
Destroy their ways In time they'll be forgot String them
up Along the roadways of their land Make as slaves Any
that survive
Burn their cities Topple their towers and their spires
Crushing underfoot Centuries of their works
Scour their lands Burn the crops and destroy the
dwellings Kill their beasts Salting the ground as you
pass Pile their corpses Into vast funeral pyres The
mountains of bone A monument to their death
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[Solo: - White]
Bring their leaders Drag them before the councils In
chains- Begging for their lives On display Pulled along
the bustling roadways Their despair and example As the
last of their kind
