Assailant -

New dawn to fuel the curse

The winds of plague

Bring rapture to the ill

The is the day you fall

Wrath of the cunning ones indifferent

Your excuses and intent

The forbrearance is all

Futile you come undone

Try to play God — I lust for blood

Treading on bruised ones' backs

You hopeless failure of hypocrisy

Lament the scribe in vain

Talk and I listen through;

I’m unspoken of in any tongue

Here comes the fucking pain

Futile you come undone

Try to play God — I lust for blood

And it’s yours

Assailand, die in pain

You know who you are

Bell tolls, beheading you

Violence is the setting free of truth

Can’t take away what’s true

Smashing your house of lords

Crush you to the bone and lay to waste

Death warrant is due

Your death is due