Fallen from Grace
Dark sun is rising
Our lives revising
Is this the end?
Are we condemned?
Arrogant uprising
The signs despising
Held on a lie
We are destined to die
Ride for a sacred march
Rise to the marble arch
Breathes life into our fears
The silence, ages descend
Reliance forced us to bend
Forsaken in our own land
Ill-fated by an idle command
Ride for a sacred march
Rise to the marble arch
No coffin, no penance, no grave
To reach the halls of light we crave
No coffin, no penance, no grave
To reach the halls of light we crave
Altars scorned and razed
The sick, the frail ablazed
Hatred dictates
Damnation awaits
Blinded, abused, abducted
Genocide conducted
Torture and pain
Spirits in chains
No coffin, no penance, no grave
To reach the halls of light we crave
No coffin, no penance, no grave
To reach the halls of light we crave