作曲 : Ben Ward/Martyn Millard/Joe Hoare
Salvation seems a million miles away 
A generation wiped out in one day 
The sun is setting on a rancid town 
Lady solace has been gagged and bound 
Brand a cross on the door of hope 
Asphyxiating, we begin to choke 
My head is pounding like a funeral drum 
Awaiting the angel of death to come 
If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing 
A city of frost for a leper king 
The fruits of 
Empire will not numb the pain 
And in our weakness, the lord's to blame 
Raping and robbing the dead on the ground 
Light of humanity will not be found 
All of our morals will now rot away 
Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray 
If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing 
A city of frost for a leper king 
The fruits of 
Empire will not numb the pain 
And in our weakness, the lord's to blame 
Lord come and take me far away from my home 
Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown 
Am I condemned to this delirious way? 
Forever toiling in my watery grave 
Brandish your daggers and come all ye men 
This is our kingdom, the walls we'll defend 
Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes 
And lead us to victory under black skies