Текст песни Heathen's Hammer - Phasma

Centuries chokehold
This weathered path inches closer to the cliffside
After millennia

Subtle brush strokes stack to warp this massive painting
Structures rise en nombre de padre
Built on a razor back of impending doom

With wards of fear
Strengthened by hollow promises
Af divine reward
Standing over God I bring my hammer down

Indoctrination to a tribal mentality
Your enemy a constant blight of your reality
Do you honestly think your views are the same of your party
Always willing to overlooking the contradictions

False ideals held up in the light I bring my hammer down
You set yourself high upon your throne of morality
And place atop thy head a crown of scrutiny
Enjoy the power in all its ephemerality

A reign of kings comes crashing to an end
A thousand years of bliss means your constant torment

I pray to a dead god for this world to expire
Ceasing every single persons breathe and setting it all on fire
I dont mind if i go if that is whats required
A deep craving in my flesh as throw myself on the pyre