| Take aim at your promised land | |
| Where would you be without it? | |
| Destroy your legacy so grand | |
| No "peace" will halt your vengeance ...and so again... | |
| What makes you settle so convinced? | |
| A relic that leaves no room for peace? | |
| So fragile it has always been | |
| Outside main focus | |
| Your focus should be suffering | |
| Or have their cries made you go numb? | |
| Can't you see the enemy within? | |
| Blind with hate you desecrate what brought you here ...but then again... | |
| It makes you settle so convinced | |
| A relic that leaves no room for peace | |
| So fragile it has always been | |
| Outside your focus | |
| Extinction - your final goal | |
| Now you're the relic ...and so again... | |
| You stand here settled, so convinced | |
| Blindfolded, hatefilled, without regrets | |
| The centre of attention | |
| Doomed, you stand and fight the flames... ...lit by your own hand | |
| You can't float upon the river of flame |