Hell, fear me.
I am the one that will bring you down.
And when you fall, feel me.
You’ll see my face on the battleground.

Hell, fear me.
I am the one that will bring you down.
And when you fall, feel me.
You’ll see my face on the battleground.

Let my name be feared at the gates of hell
as I exalt the Savior
The one that died to buy my victory,
and gave me a new name.
Let my name be feared at the gates of hell
as I exalt the Savior.
In the name of the Holy One of God,
I will cast you down at the foot of the cross He hung from.
I will stand behind my Savior,
as He burns your kingdom down.
And I will see you on your knees
before the King of Kings.
You will lose your throne to the chosen ones.
The chosen ones will rise.

Tear it to the ground!
This is the army we’ve been waiting for.
Tear it to the ground!
We will storm the gates of hell and we will
tear it to the ground!
We stand behind the one that conquered death.
Tear it to the ground!
And we will stand when there is nothing left.
Tear it to the ground!

Justice! God, bring justice!
Justice! We will come against the bondage of hell
Justice! And we will take back what’s taken from us
Justice! This is our right as heirs to dominion.

This war will end.

Hell, fear me.
I am the one that will bring you down.
And when you fall, feel me.
You’ll see my face on the battleground.

Hell, fear me.
I am the one that will bring you down.
And when you fall, feel me.
You’ll see my face on the battleground.

Neon black tanks grope the skyline.
Neon black cocks rot into poison wine.
Neon black flowers on the mass grave.
Neon black corpses, stacked, eclipse the horizon.
Neon black whip, war gang hiss;
while Devastator sips from the crystal chalice.
Neon black lemonade drip drips from his grin crammed with cool charm,
culture and opulence.

The bayonets clamor on all night, hemming scars into the hillside.
Devastator sleeps under satin sheets.
"Death campaigns are a fucking gold mine."
And all the swine at the cabaret lick their lips as they clap along.
Devastator, in a negligee, does a strip tease while he sings this song:
"Everybody needs a little Devastation!"

Neon black dirt in the garden.
All the roses blossom into skulls this season.
Neon black branches hanging from the trees.
Every limb is empty, robbed of pleasant memories.

The fields are throbbing fresh cut bruises.
Devastator violates with dirty fingers.
Neon black flames cook the calm air.
The party's over, what was your favorite gift?
Neon black future charging like a bull with a funeral bouqet ready to explode.

Truth mis-user, Abuser
Death Dealer, Devastator

There has to be, Someone killed