past tense icons locked up in cages a disgrace to us a vital sight of doom upheld by insane aggression no tender repentance denial of ugliness with the rain come their conquest behold those who ride black winds satan the kings are heading home no harmony on the horizon when our haven burns silently an image of absolute mutiny against those who pertain to the dearest hell monotonous graveyard plains the soul exile quintessence of pain a higher form of suffering monotonous graveyard plains the soul exile quintessence of pain satan the kings are heading home