Spine of silk and eggshell thin

Pity the bleeder, bruised and palsied prince

The shameless desperate

Mourn the cherished in ruins, yes our

Once great

Irresolute and forlorn

Time to

Destroy

See it burn

Torn down

How can my nation be saved?

Pray, weep for this age

Futurescape, futurerape

Seems it leans to the last days

Is tomorrow born still?

Is judgment his will?

Or can we be healed? Oh!

Separate

Church and this present state

He will

Destroy

Wanna see it burn

Torn down

Anna Thema

I hear you whisper at the gate

Union in hell not far away

Anna Thema

Sheol ways require a wage

A nation harvests its portion

Automolech they sing

A nation embracing and praising its sin disease

Time this scattered few took the lead

Bring the jawbone to the Philistines

Wanna see it burn

Torn down

Wanna see it burn down

Torn

Anna Thema

I hear you screaming at the gate

Union in hell not far away

Anna Thema

Sheol ways require a wage

A nation harvests its portion