The Storm and the Ruler

You're not a woeful martyrs
 You're not an exhausted warders
 And at none of days
 You were not so weak
 Contagious, like a plague
 Go bury yourself as deep as you can
 Your wisemen were never felt so bad
 Storm of fear will devour the seed of that sacred land
 Open your eyes! Open your eyes!
 Your gods are speechless
 Open your eyes! Open your eyes!
 Your gods are speechless
 Open your eyes!
 Your gods are speechless
 The Ruler is steeped in his sins
 But, what can we say?
 God's wrath is fueled by lies
 His patience is overwhelmed
 The Ruler is steeped in his sins
 How much is he willing to pay?
 He's just a man
 Your venomous words
 Will crumble when you break the line
 Your sacred patrons are not prepared for it
 Blood doesn't spill from your veins
 So why do you feel this pain?
 We grab your life, pierce it with knife
 But you fight - and we'll end this strife
 Just look around and you would
 Be able to regret
 We'll erase you into ash
 Therefore our sons will tear these chains
 The Storm will bring you death
 Begin to dig the graves!