The crossroads of calamity
The mutilation of matrimony
The instillation of insanity
The downfall of democracy

Distillation of the intoxicated
All sinners must burn
The dead laid dying
On the steps of the Church

Followers in line
Creating a design
Meant to live their lives
Without their vital signs

The heavens began a mournful cry
For the beheading of a bride
There's nowhere left to hide
We must turn around and fight

Distillation of the intoxicated
All sinners must burn
The dead laid dying
On the steps of the Church

Fires ignited
Countries united
It's been decided
That we've got to fight it

The crossroads of calamity
The mutilation of matrimony
The instillation of insanity
The downfall of democracy

Distillation of the intoxicated
All sinners must burn
The dead laid dying
On the steps of the Church

There's no turning back the hands of time
As this may be the final night
There seems to be no hint of light
Beneath the hellish, blackened skies