This is the end of everything. A degenerate culture's elegy. Now the reaper is waiting at the door. Drunk on our blood and craving more. This is the sound of a thousand holy feet. Treading on a soon forgotten grave. This is a life-long declaration of war. No sacrifice in vain. Let them remember the name. Feels like we've run out of air. They tear the breath out from our lungs. And we don't care. Feels like we've run out of air. Damnation passed down to our sons. And we don't care. Witness the end of apathy. We have embraced our suffering. Will the pain illuminate our fall?. Or will we see the blame at all?. This is the sound of a thousand holy feet. Treading on a soon forgotten grave. This is a life-long declaration of war. No sacrifice in vain. Let them remember the name. Feels like we've run out of air. They tear the breath out from our lungs. And we don't care. Feels like we've run out of air. Damnation passed down to our sons. And we don't care. No compromise to end. We'll wash the blood off from our hands and fight again. Feels like we've run out of air. They tear the breath out from our lungs. And we don't care. Feels like we've run out of air. Damnation passed down to our sons. And we don't care. Remember the name