unleashing their hostilities
a never ending fight
conquest of the hungry serpents
devouring all in site

not to agree to disagree
upon them they force their will
with deadly sharp precision
they commence the final kill

chorus
the choirs of destruction sing
curse the sky and scorch the land
know for certain that no end is coming soon
draw a line in the sand

the dawn of desolation
to erase the way they think
imperfection must be vanquished
to make the infidels extinct

this conflict has been raging
two thousand years or more
from the cradle of civilization
nothing's changed from before

repeat chorus