By the cry of the fifth seal, the nail's chorus I hear
At the alter of slain souls for the testament of the Word
Amphitheatre's blood curtain resting, crowned by an Iron Beast
We who are about to die
Will never salute you
The scorn and mockery of nations, poured heavy out for me
Afflictions of flesh atoned, soul's price for the free
From the dust form I wear, to the dust I will lay
We who are about to die
Will never salute you
I am hated by all men
Endured flesh to the end
For His name's sake
Salvation is my fate
Fading from sight
To live is to die
Colosseum's view my last
This is my inheritance of dust

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