Ancient fields lie fallow lost in time
As old as the land itself, here they thrive
In their city formed of cold gray stone
The heathens dance for idols of gods unknown
The creatures, once revered, we abhor
Sarnath, across the lake, lies adored
An unexplained hate fills our veins
Our high priests will rule these barren plains
Today we attack under dawn's first rays
Vanguard of man will lead through the haze
Beneath the sun's incessant gaze
Ending the weak with triumphant praise
In our gardens thrive eternal spring
Statues and shrines adorn the green
Holy city, sworn to uphold god’s word
Realize the theater of the absurd
Today we attack under dawn's first rays
Vanguard of man will lead through the haze
The Earth will weep, the sky will quake
Drown the weak beneath the lake
On the thousandth year of their victory
Awakening amongst the dying waves
Tonight our warlords will arise
Beneath the water vengeance lies
Tonight we attack under moonlight's veil
Driven by hate we shall not fail
A living nightmare, reigning death
We shall rob them of their final breath
Nights before the death had come
Faint lights shone upon the water
Shadows fell before Sarnath’s gates
And a gibbous moon called to the lake
Close to the hour of midnight
The bronze-wrought gates burst wide
Those within fled in fright
From the shadows cast unto the night
For hordes of the dead had risen
Dancing horribly, bringing ruin
To the temples and gods of Sarnath
Upon the ground their bodies dashed
Gardens now set ablaze
Doom scrawled upon the altar
A new mist above the lake
Crimson hue the air does take
