Dig yourself a shallow grave
Your life is not the legacy of honor
You would dig six feet forBroken is the way you came
And broken is the way that you will leave
When everything is paid forMake another hollow claim
A fable of regurgitated nothing
We could tear wide openFalse in every possible way
Your God is still the powerless creation
You will lose your hope inNow you bleed for the Lord of Hate
That you stole from the pages of truth
And separate the product from its own account
To birth a gospel of inferior viewBlack reign is all in dream
Your truth is absolution's endDead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit forDead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit forLay upon the bed you made
Your word is not the legacy of truth
That you would bet your life onStand to face a mirrored blade
And tremble in the wake of your conviction
As you put your life onNow you bleed for the Lord of Hate
That you stole from the pages of truth
And separate the product from its own account
To birth a gospel of inferior viewBlack reign is all in dream
Your truth is absolution's endDead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit forDead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit forThis war is a page unwritten
But we know how it ends
Take a step to the throne, conviction
Choking back your amendsCry the death of fiction kingdom
Your truth is absolution's endDead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit forDead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit for