From the skies below Sneak the winds of nature's veins Cold and creeping Silently the soil beds the slain Lurking all alone Gazing bleak from branches dim Bold and breathing Terrified as blood drips from their leaves This land before the new Driven out and destroyed All living and kings Arbitrated from the eyes of the earth Corpses endlessly Trees ripped fierce from their roots Valleys that once grew Now choked with a surge of remains and hooves "Murder!" screams the forest afar "Murder!" screams the winds Murder in the name of morality Judged for ancient scorn Wrath upon entire realms What is noble with no evil to now be compared? In the depths laid a mother Once straddling scared with her young This new world of good Has written it's very own tainted song Burn, for a better world Blood stains thy innocent hands Burn, in blood be sworn "Murder!" screams the forest afar "Murder!" screams the winds Murder in the name of morality Burn, for a better world Blood stains thy innocent hands Burn, in blood be sworn When the flames subside And pure birds plants the seeds of new life The revelations of the righteous above Will be reborn, an inescapable past For the great day has come Let your fury not go down upon the sun Unleash a fury Rebuild in scorn Those that are born In blood be sworn Annihilation Ripped and torn Those who are born In blood be sworn Burn, for a better world Blood stains thy innocent hands Burn, in blood be sworn