Blood stains run down the castle walls, nDown the stairs and into green gold. nShadows of an invisible war haunt the streetsnMass hysteria tramples the old, nDrowns the young into the depths of a torror whose treachery runs deep nDeep enough to disembowel the earthnnGrab them by the throat, rip out a chunk and salt the hole nReputation is inept when waging war.nThe death of a holy one is worth fighting fornHang the verminnnWe will exterminate the night nYou'll be the first to die at the gallows nnThe sound of your spine snap tingles me to the bone nRetrubution is a cause worth fighting for, nThe whores of restlessness are begging for more nWe're on the brink of the death of a golden age, nAn age where all there is to get paid nnAt the price of the golden age, all the damage done