Colonies of treason ROCK AND ROLL Barsoons And I don't talk flamily I'm told that we should walk away Impulsively, genocide on the scale Disturbed and still in distress Turned on, the devil's fortress Like a battering ram in flesh The spirit of suffering's flesh Heavy arrows and bolted locks To the dying battle-axe Impaled on the side of the god As the walls of the empire fall Son of Mars, the blood is red The ends are hardened knees In a day of burial and judgment Scourge on the enthroned Scourge on the enthroned Scourge upon the throne The crown of futures begun The gates of honor supremacy With multiple majesties The halls of graves enthroned Hanging over your head As the king of the vile Empire of the throne Son of Mars, the blood is red The ends are hardened knees In a day of burial and judgment Scourge on the enthroned Scourge on the enthroned Fighters of a total regression Burned by the gnoll to the ground And slain the remnants of the crown And the king of serpents at the top And the king of serpents at the top The horse pierced in the head In the face of the male savior The hope to report to resurrection is a failure Taking the tree of the god The field of green and *** The hall of gods Red undemocene The hall of gods The fate of the broken empire Tortured by flames of the purest fire The end of the majestic age The son of a queen is the savage plague A scar for steel Into a clash of shields Looking for the ending execution The torment of labor Kill after kill The torment of labor Kill after kill Smashing heads on the infield Rebellious front March to the throne Bring the opponents defeat The end of the majestic age The shadows of the climate Broke through the physical realm Plastic walls of pain Shared over all the scale The scars are still on his chest There are no visible threats Like a battle within flesh The spirit of his flesh