Deafening Silence - Vile

The sword is no match for the bomb

So they fight in the shadows and kill in the streets

With cowardly tactics of kill and retreat

They escape into darkness

And blend into crowds, soon to reappear

They can hide in their temples

And prey in their mosques

The line has been drawn

The line has been crossed

And soon they shall feel

Their final demise

Holy walls come crashing down

The immolated bodies burn

Now Fallujah in napalm fire burns

Their futile stand comes to an end

Once a great threat

Now just a thorn stuck in our side

The human disease

Poisoning visions of religious greed

Deserted lands burning in pools of petroleum waste

Endless night

Holy walls come crashing down

The immolated bodies burn

Now Fallujah in napalm fire burns

Their futile stand comes to an end

Like swarms of locusts

Through dessert sands invading

Like a moth drawn to the fire

They await their annihilation

And soon they’ll feel

A surge of power

And soon they’ll feel

The wrath of vengeance

And now they’ll feel

A surge of power

And soon they’ll feel

A surge of power

And soon they’ll feel

The wrath of vengeance

And now they’ll feel

A surge of power

Bow down to the lord of desolation

Bow down to the deafening silence

Bow down to the lord of desolation

No way out