Epic: A Chorus Of Obliteration

Silent, grimly faced we march them down

Calls from above, behind these walls the cowards hide

This city, this land, a promise we have come to claim

Stretched for miles through barren land to conquer Jericho



Loose your voice and split the sky

Draw your swords the hour is nigh

We sing as one tonight, we sing as one



We march to war, clothed in dust and fear we ride

Host of the Lord about us on our every side

The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim

We sing as one the trumpets sound your walls of dust

Now meet the ground