Triumphator Crushed Revelation
Heaven silent for thirty
I shall be the thunder therein
And the altar fires burns among us
I shall smother it with ease
A third consumed by flames
But the steel of mine won't melt
A third soaked in blood
I shall be dry and spotless
With the taste of the bitter star
I shall quench my thirst
And the darkness of night grows deeper
But I shall light a stake
Unleashed are those of the bottomless depths
Five months of glorious pain
This throat won't cry, out wishing to die
Four unleashed and I shall laugh
Two hundred million warriors and still I stand tall
Jerusalem filthy falls with thousand seven
But this voice won't worship out of fear
God of heaven… never!