Wrath: The village is scared
The fire is burning through streets of the fair
A torch to pillage the rich
Demanding their refuge in a time of despair

Nightfall: Asleep & the sound
Of swords leaving sheaths to execute their might
Their lives will end with a knife
The toiled will jugulate all of whom in sight

The toiled will jugulate all of whom

Is there no one who can be saved?
Ear to ear they run their blades
Digging their claws in the depraved
Ancestors spinning in their graves