Woods Of Infinity

Your withered idol
Glorified through greed
By the weak and idle
Propagating Zions Breed
Hark, hear the drums
That are pounding for your doom
With the passion and fury
Of will and dreams, ambitions
Ground to dust
Wherever we set foot
The blaze of fire paint the sky
Our own crusade of retribution smites
The rulers and the ruled
Thus their corrupted lullabye
Did catch a tint of death
In Babels tower, on every hour
Our troops are marching out
And in the same tongue we hail our new saviour
"Hail!"