Meden Agan - From The Ashes

I feel the cold air
Hit my face take the fear away
I feel the fire
Burn my skin as i approach
My death i certain
But still i dont regret my deeds
I faced the tyrants
Who want the whole world on the knees
You must obey us
We are the messengers of the god
The fate of your souls
Lies within our grasp
Lies,fear,hate
Are your spawns
We were all fed with your lies
Signs we were born
Now im dying all i feel is pain
But i hope my death wont be in vain
As the fire burns my skin
I pray for the future of my kin
Its not the fire that heats the blood on my vains
The flesh fades but the memory remains
You must obey us
We are the messengers of the god
The fate of your souls
Lies within our grasp
We were all fed with your lies
Signs we were born