Wild commotion on the streets
They paint the rivers red
The rivers are what oceans eat
They feed on all the dead
Behead the serpent Sion
Lest ye be but past
A riot rich in violence
Of vile but banded thought
The voice in serpentine
A venomous and ill temptation
To a shrinking human heart
And resolve to those who defy it
This is a breath of evil
Fight the fire with desire
To be the hell itself
Now, embrace the venom
King of flames and end
The dance to Sion's games
Reward yourself in vault of boundless
Power he possessed
The flames engulfing you will
Put it all to rest
This era, the sins of seven
Burn it to forget the only thing
The only thing that's a regret
The only thing that brings all down
A being built on sacrifice
And reputation of a race
And everything is falling down
And everyone is failing to forget
You Sion wore the crown
And this is what we get
Time to put you to bed
Sleep beneath, more than 6 feet deep
Where the hydra's and the myths are lost
We're walking on the heads of beasts
Still mentioned in the tales at least
You are no more