Acolyte March - Project 86

Hand over your city to me

I am the name of all you profane

Drop the gates!

Drop the gates!

As your culture’s erased from history

Rain on the Towers and

Slay all the living and

Blaze the embankments and

Raze every suburb

Your city belongs to me

You will see

We stalk with the ark as our shield

Your lifespan extends to seven days

Oh Jericho laid to waste!

Oh Jericho laid to waste!

You’ll face the fire for your unbelief

Your walls are a case of a tomb from a womb

Of an unholy union that sentenced you

You will see

You will see

Your end is at your gates

Your city belongs to me