Lost Creator
The children and the wives
Still haunted by the cries
Raging from the inside
There was no place to hide
The flames began to rise
Raging from the inside
Rounds fly
Red sky
Sacrifice yourself
For those you can't forsake
If it's blood they want
They can meet us at the gates
Storm the compound
Break the walls down
Storm the compound
Break the walls down
Defame the traitor
Your lost creator
The children and the wives
Still haunted by the cries
Raging from the inside
There was no place to hide
The flames began to rise
Raging from the inside
What is left
Burning flesh
What is left
Burning flesh
Storm the compound
Break the walls down
This force you face wears no empathy
Your lives go to waste to hide their shame
Defame the traitor
Your lost creator
Defame the traitor
Your lost creator
Stand there before us
With their blood on your hands
Stand there before us
With their blood on your hands