Trample their works

Level their church Bury it deep beneath the ground Destroy their ways In time they'll be forgot String them up Along the roadways of their land Make as slaves Any that survive
Burn their cities Topple their towers and their spires Crushing underfoot Centuries of their works
Scour their lands Burn the crops and destroy the dwellings Kill their beasts Salting the ground as you pass Pile their corpses Into vast funeral pyres The mountains of bone A monument to their death

[Solo: - Macey]
[Solo: - White]

Bring their leaders Drag them before the councils In chains- Begging for their lives On display Pulled along the bustling roadways Their despair and example As the last of their kind