Dark towers, grave robbers 
Dark powers, die slower 
Gears turning, souls burning 
Hearts breaking 

Dark towers, grave diggers 
Sick fuckers, kill lovers 
Blood running, flames rising 
Death swarming 

In the belly of the beast 
Bastards bloated form the feast 
Walking through this land of death 
Are we wasting our last breath 

We hear the prophets call 
When the profits fall 

All will soon be gone