Paroles de Execute Order 66

Stamp him out like the fires that rain down Genocide on his chosen people Lies, there's no chance for your salvation I have sat quietly While you speak in cancerous tongues To many victims have suffered & await your demise As you preach they become victims Spreading tales of genocide Tonight, your kingdom dies Stamp him out like the fires that rain down Genocide on his chosen people Lies, there's no chance for your salvation There's no chance for your salvation I search for solitude within the confines of my mind All I find is nothingness On this I will survive I'll create a legion To set fire I'll create a legion To set fire to the skies I'll create a legion To set fire To the skies