Wolves of Babylon - BoySetsFire

Bring forth the martyrs of iniquity

The chalice held aloft, blood runs to the sea

Dark tide of redemption, fallen and free

Born wild of entropy to feed on the weak

Wolves of Babylon…

March on bastard sons…

Chaos carries on…

For the wolves of Babylon

Teeth sharp lash out, pure will and defiance

Revolt, in the age of iron

The key of joy, disobey your masters

This world is burning down, to the sound of laughter

Tear the fucking statues down, to decay and suffering

Revive from the ashes of death, to become a threat again

To every lie disguised, in white light fallacy

Behind the pallid flaccid symbol that you betray