Morbid Angel - The Righteous Voice

Kingdoms infamous for taking as they please To appease a voice of righteousness Infidels and heretics, enemies of our light Shall be dealt with in the name of God It is the rite of our kind to silence any tongue That would try to oppose the king of our land Bring us their heads as trophies of our victories Praise us and align as soldiers of a destiny Foretold by ancient prophets Bring us new lands, these people too will praise us Praise our God or meet your own It matters not to us, we have glory either way Bow down before our king Fear is your new faith, fear is your new doctrine Be docile until we say, be ready with your life If the king needs you to die Bring us their head as trophies of our victories Praise us and align as soldiers of a destiny Foretold by ancient prophets Bring us new lands, these people too will praise us The followers of ancient ways shall be taught to follow us Or be beaten to their fate The kingdom does not accept any praise of other lands It will be treated as an act of war You exist because we allow it, so kneel to show your God It is us that you fear Prepare to learn the ways of this new kingdom Prepare to swear your soul and life to keep it Prepare to give yourself to do our bidding Prepare to sacrifice for our desire