| He who walks the fire breathes | 
| Unlike the rest | 
| Living by the bloody creed | 
| Kiri-sute gomen | 
| Air of battle tasting stale | 
| Reeks of deceit | 
| Send the bitter straight to hell | 
| Kiri-sute gomen | 
| In their wretched guts, all they want is to feed | 
| Unending, covetous hunger known as greed | 
| As the last legion makes its way to the skies | 
| I can see in their eyes | 
| They’ve already died | 
| Inside, but as for the outside | 
| I’ll take their fucking heads | 
| Quake has bred with the storm | 
| Conceiving war | 
| Wicked stampeding hordes | 
| Kiri-sute gomen | 
| In their wretched guts, all they want is to feed | 
| Unending, covetous hunger known as greed | 
| As the last legion makes its way to the skies | 
| I can see in their eyes | 
| They’ve already died | 
| Inside, but as for the outside | 
| I’ll take their fucking heads | 
| 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 | 
| Kiri-sute gomen | 
| In their wretched guts, all they want is to feed | 
| Unending, covetous hunger known as greed | 
| As the last legion makes its way to the skies | 
| I can see in their eyes | 
| They’ve already died | 
| Inside, but as for the outside | 
| I’ll take their fucking heads | 
| 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 |