| Only once must the demon be fed |
| Only twice held a gun to my head |
| A loveless sacrifice |
| Emptiness in a bag of loose skin |
| Stare straight into the sun |
| Where you sent your dreams to burn |
| Burn your master |
| Burn the whole damn town |
| A natural disaster |
| Born from the bastards crown |
| Burn your master plan |
| A fictitious tail, as are you |
| Born from the shame |
| Holy war in the kingdom of heaven |
| Dressed in gold and a body full shaven |
| The king has killed his son |
| His only child, placed his head on the crown |
| A state of determent, always static indestructible hell |
| Stare straight into the sun |
| Where you sent your dreams to burn |
| Burn your master |
| Burn the whole damn town |
| A natural disaster |
| Born from the bastards crown |
| Burn your master plan |
| A fictitious tail, as are you |
| Born from the shame |
| It’s all for me, the division of truth, the untruth, the seven seas |
| It’s all for me, from the rise to its fall, and all of death in between |
| Burn your master |
| Burn the whole damn town |
| A natural disaster |
| Born from the bastards crown |
| Burn your master plan |
| A fictitious tail, as are you |
| Born from the shame |