You claim yourself the son of God, righteous hand to cleanse all sins. Yet you shake in my presence, bastard son, die in shame. I have seen all that you fear, shall crush you where you stand. Trying to save their mortal souls, falling hard as kingdom grows. Kneel before your master. Death comes ever faster.
(Chorus): Shadow grows across the land, Mithra crushes fallen man. Kingdom stands victorious, rising of Mythrias.
Blood, dies the blazing sand, sweeps across the land, drowning fall man. Death, takes their graven soul, blood is running cold, body letting go. (repeat; repeat chorus)