Sangtekster:
Warbringer

: Descending! Into madness Sanity falling away Nothing remains from the world you have known Enter the realms beyond the gate Twisting masses taking

: Indiscriminate killings Lacking reason why Hunting you down from the sky A trail of destruction Afflicting plague and strife Leaving the sick ones

: From the moment you were born you were dieing With one foot planted in the grave Programmed by your surroundings To react in a given set of ways You

: [Lead: Carroll] Encircled, cut off from reinforcement At all costs you must hold the line Living among the slain with the knowledge You could join

: Forming vicious impressions of hate Redemption of birth it is never too late Enraging due to obliviousness Anger from my catatonic state Ferocious

: Thousands of soldiers march to their fate Lambs to the slaughter, certain death awaits Trapped on a field littered with bones Nations of falling lying

: Instruments of torture, of death and of pain They're coming to take you away Locked in a chamber, bound up in chains Hid from the light of the day

: Summon the dead prepare the ritual Kill on command Offer to the master's throne Mortals falling down At the crack of doom Mortals, for evil to consume

: [Instrumental]