Thus Always To Tyrants

Submit, obey, the scrolls of Abraham
Set in parchment and leaves and stone

Procurators of a law before time
Marching under standards of blood
Gloried in the wounds of creation
In an age barren of honour and pride

Submit, obey, the scrolls of Abraham
Rotting parchments and leaves and stone

The purgatorian storm shall sweep
The purgatorian sun shall rise
Tyrants, taste the sword of truth
Tyrants, inhale the fire of justice

Submit, obey, the scrolls of Abraham
Punish, destroy, the nonbelievers
Submit, obey, the scrolls of dissolution
Destroy, create, under this standard