Crush The Cenotaph -

Naked bodies stand in line

Waiting for their turn to die

Echoes of tormented souls

Slaughter, that has been unfold

Frenzied eyes look into the past

Wasteland, forever it will last

Hatred has returned

The cross that now will burn

Result of centuries

The prophet only sees

Chambers, incineration, death

Ashes blown away by divine breath

Almighty hand closes the book of lies

Eternal peace is glowing from their eyes

Fifty years, the overkill begins

From the graves the bodies will rest in

People deny their sickened sides

Wars, they are sacred rites