IMMOLATION - Rise The Heretics

Massive hordes defecting
Dropping from God like flies
Wise to your temptation
Our strength turns us away from the light
Like vultures to the wounded
Twisting dogma into fact
Take refuge in illusion
No shelter from reality's storm
The waning flock still arrogant
Ignorant of their demise
Decadent halls once filled with devoted
Now crumble before their eyes
Our storm grows ever stronger
Extinguishing their light
Deny the great deceivers
The heretics will rise
Rise, rise, rise