Blood On Wooden Crosses

A dying world in darkness
We know who we are
People of faith
Ancient hatred redefined
Persecution of the wise
Executed under the cross
Piles of bodies rot on the shores
They came with fire, they came to burn
The curse of a fallen god, they came with lies
They came to cleanse, crowned with disbelief
End of our time
Nothing will ever be the same
Kings will be slaves
Leaders will follow
The grinning priest will judge
For there is no tomorrow
One more word of the wise
Nothing can save us now
Blood on wooden crosses
A dying world in darkness
We know who we are
People of faith
Ancient hatred redefined