Cleansing Ablaze - Forest Of Impaled

Red tapestries blow eerily in the wind

Amidst an inferno of scorched dead earth

Our black winged sign looms ominous on high

A brutal reminder of our rebirth

The only sound is the burning of lies

Mixed with the stench of a false world

Our banner set, showing the sign

Your once firm rule is now benign

Pretentious leaders of subjugation

Have succumbed to us, our blades rest firmly at their necks

We have risen an army of the black

Hell bent to cleanse our world of filth

We ll fight savagely to no end

Cleansing Ablaze

History rewritten with the truth

Cleansing Ablaze

Iconized heroes fallen to shame

Without their shield of God s name

Cleansing ablaze, of the masses cult

We ll stand proud on broken remains

Onward rolls our war machine