Alba s touto skladbou:
Son Of The Morning,
(Stand up, we’ll be more than kings)
(Show no mercy when the gates swing)
Stand up, we’ll be more than kings
Show no mercy when the gates swing
I’ve said it before but without accepting that my body was the only thing keeping me from living
I wouldn’t even let the surgeon touch me
Though facing death, I dined on… I dined on flesh
But now I live to fight outnumbered at the fire dawn to live in rebellious honor
I’ll stand, you’ll see me over all your fallen
I’ll be knee-deep, knee-deep in a sea of their organs
So send me all of hell, and I’ll face them
I’ll face them one on one-thousand
I’ll face them one on one-thousand
Stand up, we’ll be more than kings
Show no mercy when the gates swing
Breathe deep the sea at your knees
Breathe deep and show, show no mercy
With blistering heat, the army now bursting through finds me,
with a light not meant to empower but reigned to devour
I’ll face them one on one-thousand
I’ll face them one on one-thousand
This kingdom’s end is written, so I’ll take it one on one-thousand
I’ll stand, you’ll see me over all of your fallen
I’ll be knee-deep, knee-deep in a sea of their organs
So send me all of hell, and I’ll face them
I’ll face them one on one-thousand
I’ll face them one on one-thousand and yell,
“Is there no one else? Is there no one else? Is there no one else left?
Is there no one else? Is there no one else? Is there no one else left?”
