Executioner's Calling - Pentakill, Jorn

Our people taken away

In numbers too great to comprehend

We cannot break, we cannot bend

Oh, we must find and strike their heart

Stop its relentless beating pulse

For these tyrants covet our world

Gather our people

Bring them to the Ruins

You shall wait at the city gates

You shall guide their way

You shall hear their coming steps

Feel our malice

For every soul they took away

Re-arm and take our aim

Bring down the fire like rain

You will stay and fortify

You will be our silent eyes, yeah

They will come seek us out

We will be there to give their reckoning

Woah

You shall wait at the city gates

You shall guide their way

You shall hear their coming steps

Feel our malice

For every soul they took away

Re-arm and take our aim

Bring down the fire like rain