Well it ain't No news It ain't No fluke That we Fought with The beast And came This far Now we got Perfumes Of blood And bruise Perfuse Right through Refuse To lose The star We lost A few Who fell For ruse The wolves Disguised with wools They left us Scares Now we learn To move And soon The time Would come For all To rise and Face The bar Purify All work Would go Right through The fire Crucify We matching On we Feast with Fire