In the distance, I see it towering, this mighty pinnacle of society.
You'll walk on, your feet will bleed, there will be no stopping me.
The stones they come like rain, power again, until the end.
Yes, I'll find it again, this strength 'til the end, there will be no stopping me.

March.
Die.

We stomp the earth.
You scream plea for us to set you free, but your b ody is at our mercy.
We stomp the earth to the tree, there will be no stopping me.
We stomp the earth.

The shadow engulfs everything.

Your resistance I find empowering and it pushes me to march to my destiny.
We will both be bound to this mighty tree as in accordance with the prophecy.

We stomp the earth.
The sticks and stones will break your bones, but my conviction is never changing.
We stomp the earth.

March.
Die.

Life.
Stomp the earth, we stomp the earth.
Blood hits the ground and you hear the sound of all chanting and children screaming.
We stomp the earth to the tree, there will be no stopping me.

The shadow engulfs everything.

Exalted one, holy son, the bringer of this destiny, carried on high, power again, until the end, exalted one, holy son, carried on high, carried to die.

The road is scarred with ruts and stained with blood.
The salt on the earth to keep it, keep it.
Barren is the holy ground.
The salt on the earth to keep it, keep it.
The sound of the feet as the stomp the earth creates a pulsating beat that triggers the birth.

The destiny is carried out.
The blood on the tree to mark it, mark it.
Sacred is the dying ground.
The blood on the tree, to mark it, mark it.
The sound of defeat with your end in sight, I scream praise to the god as i watch you try to fight.

Walk on, march towards everlasting life.
Walk on, march towards eternal life.