Wake Up Lyrics

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses

I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this

You could die with your sins off your shoulders

Soon you'll realise that there's no magic

Off with his head

Merchant of lead

Diverting the masses with unholy breath

The door has fallen and the ground painted red

But still no allegiance to the one born of Nejd

His filthy hands all over the crown

The robes coloured an ungodly brown

What did I say, I wanted his head

Give me his son, our demands will be met

Flee the cowards did back to their tents

To never survive these unholy events

Aims abandoned, framed contraption

Women killed, children stolen, pagan adaption

The dead sea's salt, the tears of the widows they left

Stole your animals too, uninstalled antitheft

Bitten, hidden with the bitter villain

Not the devil just a fill-in

The sundrenched ground crumbles under my weight

Righteous blood to fill the plains

The beautiful people demolishing the names

You'll have blood on your hands when it's judgement day

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses

I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this

You could die with your sins off your shoulders

Soon you'll realise that there's no magic to this

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses

I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this

You could die with your sins off your shoulders

There is no magic

Rivers of wasted seed

Spawned from the macerated lands of the enemy

Flow through the veins of the holy ones

Devouring the sands of the promised land

Never before has this killed,

The darknesss within us will be fulfilled

Spit that out its beyond the state of bland

No more, step back off my land

Get back

I'm an honest man

Admit the holy son into the promised land

Taking orders, throne to sit on Satan's left hand

The fake becomes the face in spite of everything I am

Little know their actions make them weaker

Morality weighed up in a beaker

No more peasants use my name in vein for I am not a preacher

The sundrenched ground crumbles under my weight

Righteous blood to fill the plains

The beautiful people demolishing the names

You'll have blood on your hands when it's judgement day

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses

I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this

You could die with your sins off your shoulders

Soon you'll realise that there's no magic to this

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses

I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this

You could die with your sins off your shoulders

There is no magic

Won't you wake up

Wake up O' son of Nimrud

Won't you wake up

Wake up O' friend of fire

Won't you wake up

Wake up O' son of Nimrud

Won't you wake up

Wake up O' friend of fire

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses

I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this

You could die with your sins off your shoulders

Soon you'll realise that there's no magic to this

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses

I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this

You could die with your sins off your shoulders

There is no magic