He who walks the fire breathes Unlike the rest Living by the bloody creed Kirisute gomen Air of battle tasting stale Reeks of deceit Send the bitter straight to hell Kirisute gomen In their wretched guts all they want is to feed Unending, covetous hunger known as greed As the last legion makes it's way to the skies I can see in their eyes They've already died Inside, but as for the outside I'll take their f**king heads Quake has bred with the storm Conceiving war Wicked stampeding hordes Kirisute gomen I will never be what they Want me to I live by my own path in life No turning Back now, I won't be held down Forced into a shallow grave built upon their empty ways There's no turning back There's hell to pay, such disarray A bloodied mess, flesh masquerade With all the blood making a flood You made your path by crossing us He who spits the fire seethes All he detests Decapitating, bloody creed Kirisute gomen