That temple belongs to us, for the blood that soaks the sand, the birth of a golden trust.
Red rage on eastern seas, capsize the broken and the worn,
To fall in a watery grave.
Fear not the cobra’s greed, dark whispers turn the wind to fire,
The death, of a final stand.
The majesty, and hierarchy condemn, condemn the Holy land!
CHORUS

Sound beats light
One weapon remains
Sound beats light
The Hiram bell

Pacify, the tormented mass,
That black-eye assassin wielding high - so high, his final axe.
Lord bearing secret soldiers, a legacy of hidden faith,
Behind stone and mortar.

Hooded banshees scream, ungodly howls to draw back in fear,
The silent dream, of a thousand female beasts,
A promise to, end in blood and tears.
To end, end in blood and tears!
CHORUS

Burn out the truth
CHORUS

Sound beats light tonight, the sound is raw,
Sound beats light tonight,
Sound beats light!