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Pride Come Before / The Fall Of Rome


Welcome my friends, We open our gates to you, for this is the holy land. In God we trust. All are welcome in this place; We just ask that you talk like us, walk like us. If only we could force thought. Trust in me, put your faith in me, the holy land. I am the only God that matters. Join in our noble crusade. Give up all you are to witness a miracle. Watch bodiless flight. Witness the ground move itself for us, Cough up its dirt and choke the sky. Fear not for those below; they have reached transcendence. They claimed this sand as sacred ground; The mad faceless prophet never told them of this. They never knew they lived a lie. We gave them redemption, And before the dust sprang around their bodies, We showed them light, and they witnessed the face of the Spirit. It passed across their eyes with a blur and deafening roar. God came in a mighty wind as Sodom and Gomorrah fell. We are God. We are the Angel of Death. And we invite you to share in our great mercy; We offer freedom. All we wait for is your conversion, To accept us as your savior. We are mighty Rome, sweeping the world into our grip. This reign will prove eternal.
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