Lletres: Unearth. the March. Hail the Shrine.

Blind to deceits by our fears to a kingdom of false pretense
Selfish hands, fallacies never ending
Dominate, the fix is in, a crusade not meant to win
Historize and plagiarize to seize control, control, control

Believe my every word, believe and I will protect you
Don't criticize, bow down, you might meet your maker
I will dedicate my soul, dedicate my life for you
Bow down, you might meet your maker

Eyes in the sky, tyranny
A fascist stranglehold, never ending
Submission, a punished age, accept all through end of days
Hail the shrine, all hail the shrine to seize control

All hail the shrine, all hail the shrine to seize control
All hail the shrine, all hail the shrine

Believe my every word, believe and I will protect you
Don't criticize, bow down, you might meet your maker
I will dedicate my soul, dedicate my life for you
Bow down, you might meet your maker

Believe my every word, believe and I will protect you
Don't criticize, bow down, you might meet your maker
I will dedicate my soul, dedicate my life for you
Bow down, you might meet your maker

Bow down, bow down

A house of judgment so divine that we burn our brothers
A house of judgment so divine that we burn our brothers
A house of judgment so divine that we burn our brothers
A house of judgment so divine that we burn our brothers