[Verse 1]
Pilgrimage in steel, a crimson creed,
Altar of war where the damned souls bleed,
No angel’s hymn, just the march of the dead,
A spiked fist writes the gospel, painted red.

[Pre-Chorus]
"Flee the Reaper" — hell’s finest joke,
Prayers are wasted when the ground’s broke,
A tank, not a storm — crush the feeble spawn,
Every swing is judgment, dawn to drawn-out dawn.

[Chorus]
Hymn of the grave, the only prayer we know,
Blood-soaked frames in the devil’s shadow,
No sprint, no flight, just tectonic wrath,
The iron apostle carves the aftermath!

[Verse 2]
Wings of fire scorch the hollowed sky,
Steel titan’s roar, the weak shall die,
No kingdom left, only ash and bone,
The reaper’s dance claims the hellborne throne.

[Pre-Chorus]
Flesh turns to psalm, the screen’s a haze,
Time bends to the slaughter, not your craze,
A century’s rage in a single night,
Pure fury’s engine — no brake, no light.

[Chorus]
Hymn of the grave, the only creed we crave,
Skull-crusher’s anthem in a nameless cave,
No speed, no spark — just the primal toll,
The war-machine’s heartbeat devours the scroll!

[Bridge]
Cursed light bleeds, the machine’s lament,
Shackled by false sheen, the engine’s bent,
They stretched the clock, but the fist stays true,
Twenty-eight hours — hell’s eternity through!

[Verse 1]
Pilgrimage in steel, a crimson creed,
Altar of war where the damned souls bleed,
No angel’s hymn, just the march of the dead,
A spiked fist writes the gospel, painted red.

[Pre-Chorus]
"Flee the Reaper" — hell’s finest joke,
Prayers are wasted when the ground’s broke,
A tank, not a storm — crush the feeble spawn,
Every swing is judgment, dawn to drawn-out dawn.

[Chorus]
Hymn of the grave, the only prayer we know,
Blood-soaked frames in the devil’s shadow,
No sprint, no flight, just tectonic wrath,
The iron apostle carves the aftermath!

[Outro]
Savior or beast? The question dies,
In the static hum of shattered cries,
No requiem, just the engine’s groan,
You are the horror. You.

[Final Chorus]
Hymn of the grave, the only prayer we know,
Blood-soaked frames in the devil’s shadow,
No sprint, no flight, just tectonic wrath,
The iron apostle carves the aftermath!

Flee the Reaper (Doom: The Dark Ages Song)

The Way of the Fist

Never Enough

Death Before Dishonor

American Capitalist (Deluxe Edition)

Wicked Ways

If I Fall

American Capitalist

Coming Down

War is the Answer

Hard to See

Got Your Six

Meet My Maker

Battle Born

When the Seasons Change

When The Seasons Change

The Tragic Truth

Never Enough

Five Finger Death Punch