Sangtekst: Showdown (the). A Chorus Of Obliteration. Iscariot.

These times will try the hearts of men once carved in stone
Brother against brother poison spread within our own

Tonight you die a traitor's death
A short drop a sudden stop
You know no honor
And now your shown for who you are

So part your lips bring forth a tongue yet Judas bourne
Left handed strokes with two-edged blades land where they may
A back the best target and truth avoids you still
Cowards, liars, traitors, this song was meant for you