Lost Creator

The children and the wives
Still haunted by the cries
Raging from the inside
There was no place to hide
The flames began to rise
Raging from the inside

Rounds fly
Red sky
Sacrifice yourself
For those you can't forsake
If it's blood they want
They can meet us at the gates
Storm the compound
Break the walls down

Storm the compound
Break the walls down

Defame the traitor
Your lost creator

The children and the wives
Still haunted by the cries
Raging from the inside
There was no place to hide
The flames began to rise
Raging from the inside

What is left
Burning flesh
What is left
Burning flesh

Storm the compound
Break the walls down

This force you face wears no empathy
Your lives go to waste to hide their shame

Defame the traitor
Your lost creator
Defame the traitor
Your lost creator
Stand there before us
With their blood on your hands
Stand there before us
With their blood on your hands