Heathens

All seeing eye goes down
Into the night
Hold your own
Until the first light
We’re left behind in this battlefield
Stench of fear piercing through my shield
In front of you I will never kneel
Defying fate, it’s a wicked deal
No fear
Strike through the heart
No fear
Tear the flesh apart
No fear
Let the heathens be departed
War is a sacred art
Silence in the air
Hellbound on despair
Hold your own
Ascend to the throne
We’re left behind in this battlefield
Stench of fear piercing through my shield
In front of you I will never kneel
Defying fate, it’s a wicked deal
No fear
Strike through the heart
No fear
Tear the flesh apart
No fear
Let the heathens be departed
War is a sacred art
We’re left behind in this battlefield
Stench of fear piercing through my shield
In front of you I will never kneel
Defying fate, it’s a wicked deal
No fear
Strike through the heart
No fear
Tear the flesh apart
No fear
Let the heathens be departed
War is a sacred art