The Secret Geometric Power song lyrics

Ten. Hundred. Thousand. Days of sorrow

By now revenge is planned precise as death

Nothing will be as it was before

No scapegoat might save the enemy

Failure is not accepted

We'll take the present before the future is gone

Destruction

No one will be saved

Some of us will fall

With broken bones and burned skin

Our blood will be spilled to fill their graves

And white flags will burn above us

The hand will hit with a geometric power

The hand will hit

Rising

Rise