| Song | Decimate the Ancestry of the Only God |
| Artist | Hour of Penance |
| Album | Sedition |
| Hex the liars, feed them to fire | |
| Crush them – Crush all the seeds of this race | |
| Upon them feast never to rise again | |
| We have decided to finally wage this war | |
| A trail of flesh and limbs is burning | |
| We have decided to bring an end to this revolting | |
| Creed and claim the stolen land | |
| With blood and fury | |
| Dust - we’re bringing down the skies | |
| Now - we’re choosing the slaves to be ours | |
| We have sentenced their only god to death | |
| The smell of ashes and iron surround us | |
| The seven branches are falling | |
| One by one as we decapitate their sons | |
| There’s no rebirth | |
| Raging march | |
| To strike at dawn | |
| We are sent from fate | |
| To dominate | |
| Dust - we’re bringing down the skies | |
| Torn - their writings are set ablaze | |
| Now we’re choosing the slaves to be ours | |
| Now we’re choosing the slaves to be burnt | |
| Hex the liars, feed them to fire | |
| Crush them – Crush all the seeds of this race, and oppress | |
| Decimate the ancestry | |
| Of the only god | |
| Their bones exposed as trophies of our war | |
| Their sacred places become dust | |
| From miles and miles away you hear | |
| The cries of women raped for days | |
| Their wombs become ours | |
| Raging march | |
| To strike at dawn | |
| We are sent from fate | |
| To dominate | |
| Dust - we’re bringing down the skies | |
| Torn - their writings are set ablaze | |
| Now we’re choosing the slaves to be ours | |
| Now we’re choosing the slaves to be burnt |
| Hex the liars, feed them to fire | |
| Crush them Crush all the seeds of this race | |
| Upon them feast never to rise again | |
| We have decided to finally wage this war | |
| A trail of flesh and limbs is burning | |
| We have decided to bring an end to this revolting | |
| Creed and claim the stolen land | |
| With blood and fury | |
| Dust we' re bringing down the skies | |
| Now we' re choosing the slaves to be ours | |
| We have sentenced their only god to death | |
| The smell of ashes and iron surround us | |
| The seven branches are falling | |
| One by one as we decapitate their sons | |
| There' s no rebirth | |
| Raging march | |
| To strike at dawn | |
| We are sent from fate | |
| To dominate | |
| Dust we' re bringing down the skies | |
| Torn their writings are set ablaze | |
| Now we' re choosing the slaves to be ours | |
| Now we' re choosing the slaves to be burnt | |
| Hex the liars, feed them to fire | |
| Crush them Crush all the seeds of this race, and oppress | |
| Decimate the ancestry | |
| Of the only god | |
| Their bones exposed as trophies of our war | |
| Their sacred places become dust | |
| From miles and miles away you hear | |
| The cries of women raped for days | |
| Their wombs become ours | |
| Raging march | |
| To strike at dawn | |
| We are sent from fate | |
| To dominate | |
| Dust we' re bringing down the skies | |
| Torn their writings are set ablaze | |
| Now we' re choosing the slaves to be ours | |
| Now we' re choosing the slaves to be burnt |