I still remember the way you looked at those empire's ruins
And when you said that everything was right
It was the nation which was built by the hands of sin and vengeful tears
The chauvinist and a bullet on his face

Bow
Bow to your ground, bow for another lie
Bow
Bow to His crown and pray for upcoming war

The promised land of perfect faith becomes another ruin of fate as the nations witness another blasphemy

The fugitive of the last discordance shall reveal his mask
And a thousand mortal souls lost their way home
It was a religion which was killed by the hands of sin and enormous fears
The arsonists and alphabets on their jaws

The promised land of perfect faith becomes another ruin of fate as the nations witness another blasphemy

May the rest of victims be burned as He slowly whispers, "Death will grip their lives if they will listen nevermore"

As hope begins to fade in this ocean of blood
And by the time they pray for their forsaken heroes

The fugitive of the last discordance has revealed his mask
And it's the time for the nation to witness another blasphemy

The promised land of perfect faith becomes another ruin of fate as the nations witness another blasphemy