Текст песни Heathens

All seeing eye goes down Into the night Hold your own Until the first light We’re left behind in this battlefield Stench of fear piercing through my shield In front of you I will never kneel Defying fate, it’s a wicked deal No fear Strike through the heart No fear Tear the flesh apart No fear Let the heathens be departed War is a sacred art Silence in the air Hellbound on despair Hold your own Ascend to the throne