Grieving on these streets
The streets of pain
Blood of my brothers
Tears of my sisters
The crusade will never end
Until the last sadistic slit

Tormented by your false pride
The concrete crucifixion is the only way out
Draw a blade on one another
You become the concrete crusader
A decision of dishonour and deceitful dignity
Tribes of trauma and tainted minds
Plague these streets
The streets of pain

I will not fall to the already fallen
I will not be taken by fallen angels
Their murderous lust will not fault me
The soldiers of sadism will not consume me

Cathedral burned
The city fell
Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
Streets engulfed with remorse
A cloud of pain across the sky

Tears rain down from above
Once reminded of the past
Streets of pain still live on
In the kin that bare the land
Father forgive these fallen souls
In the grasp of Satan’s wrath
For I will not forgive their sadistic ways
For the hatred they filled my heart

I will not fall to the already fallen
I will not be taken by fallen angels
Their murderous lust will not fault me
The soldiers of sadism will not consume me

For the metal
For the core
Mantlet
Fallen angels
Hated by tourists
Respected by core
Death to False hardcore