March Of The Minotaurs

No more blood for your happiness
No more knees on the sand
Liar alchemist your time has come to die
Author of the impossible you can not hide

Enslaver of the innocent
I am your retribution
The taste of blood on your mouth
Is the last thing you will feel

Inside the labyrinth your breath is like a scream
The walls begin to fade there's no place to hide
Summon your army will not save you
Supreme court has decreed your death

Do not fear
Now you'll feel
My horns go
Through your chest

Free from your jail
We will not pay
We have the domain
To crash your empire
The lord of the yoke
Has lost his throne