Thus To Holy War, Our Songs That Turned To Roar

Onward In Our Cause, We Judged By Holy Laws

Hailed The Sacred Creed, Fell On Bended Knee

Death That Filled Our Wake, Blood That Stained Our Hands



Thus We Reached The Land, Sacred Man Beheld

Vessel Of A Sin, None Shall Call Him King

Thorns Were Always Gold, Blood That Never Flowed

Death Lay In His Wake, Blood That Stained His Hands.



Thorns Were Always Gold, Blood That Never Flowed

Death Lay In His Wake, Blood That Stained His Hands.



Take Away His Shield

Tear Apart His Standard

Shouting, Sanctify This Holy Lie



Wash Your Face With Tears

Wash Your Hands With Soil

Wash Away This Holy Lie



Dawn Across The Land, Return To Ancient Creed

Mother, Father, Child. Now And Ever Be

Praise The Wind And Rain, Praise The Joy And Pain

Never Havoc Cry Nor Loose The Dogs Of War