Unleash the tyrant now We kneel in the burial of your will We are merly reflections now Our bodies he still Your aphorism will bury you There is only hell to pay and failure in your attempt Exhale now to see the beauty in destruction Within the evil heart of a tyranny sublime Unleash the tyrant now We kneel in the burial of our will We are merly ghosting now Our spirits roam free You are nothing against the tides Underneath the iron fist Clenching descendants of grief To you my death might seem inevitable A thought of which you will be forgiven I feel glorious as death comes my way Immortality resonates in the glorious dead I am dangerous as I drift in the crimson tide of my life I am dangerous in the crossing of a threshold Like a serpent to a saint, in the coming of my death Lies my sentiment of horror Unleash the tyrant now We kneel in the burial of our will We are merely reflections now Our bodies lie still Your aphorism will bury you with the weight of a thousand For I am resilient in my craving of revenge To you my death might seem inevitable A thought of which you will be forgiven I feel glorious as death comes my way Immortality resonates in the glorious dead I am dangerous as I drift in the crimson tide of life I am dangerous in the crossing of a threshold Like a serpent to a saint, in the coming of my death Lies my sentiment of horror