[Music - Sandoval, Azagthoth/Lyrics - Tucker] Beneath the spite in shattered minds of the weak Breathes the truth the knowing, their faith has died Blind and unguided, they wander through desolation Through the ashes of the world consumed Enlightened by their Hate... ...Bathing in their Lust ...Bleeding for the taste of Revenge The Stricken Arise Festering deep inside manipulation Beyond the light, the shadow's fall, this prison's hold Awakened and growing, Beyond what eyes can see Tasting the rebirth the Crowning of our King Enlightened by their Hate... ...Bathing in their Lust ...Bleeding for the taste of revenge ... Thriving in their Hate ...Writhing in Disgust ...Feasting on their Weakness We Rise... The path of Blind Faith. The path of Idolatry. Their path of meekness My wrath of Sickness My wrath of Disease My wraths Dismantling Hope of life Beneath the spite in shattered minds of the weak Breathes the truth the knowing, their faith has died Blind and unguided, they wander through desolation Through the ashes of the world consumed Enlighten by their Hate... ...Bathing in their Lust ...Bleeding for the taste of revenge ... Thriving in their Hate ...Writhing in Disgust ...Feasting on their Weakness