And you may tremble before hells gates,
You may watch as the heavens fall,
And you may slight the hands of fate,
You may heed the sirens call,

And you may reach every golden sun,
Witness repent in the heathen,
And you may dance in the sands of the one,
You may sleep in the cradle of eden,

Betray your prophets,
Dead seeds buried deep,
An army of none,
Will prey on the weak,

And you may walk through the river run dry,
You may strike down the giant with stones,
And you may never again speak a lie,
Confess every sin and atone,

And you may drink from the infadel's blood,
As your civilization collapses,
You may rejoice in the cleanse of the flood,
And stare into the face of apocalypse,

Betray your prophets,
Dead seeds buried deep,
An army of none,
Will prey on the weak,

(tremble before hells gates,
Watch as the heavens fall)

Cradle of eden,

You will not comprehend,
Or find words that will describe,
The will of God and man until you watch someone die,

Betray your prophets,
Dead seeds buried deep,
An army of none,
Will prey on the weak.