Tekstovi: Twelve Tribes. Godshaped War.

Prepare yourselves a new war has come upon the sons of man. Lines have been drawn called to fire choked by thirst we speak in terms of a forgotten world within ourselves take me alive I caonfess every fault guilty until proven innocent. Lives have been lost as teenage time bombs slit their wrists in broken homes and mass detentions reality is lost. (in predestination) take me alive I confess every fault of my heart I am the acent and the fall. I reject the labyrinth formed within me. I confess every mistake that I've made and I suppose you've been told to open fire on your conviction and I suppose that youll surrender now that you've been warned. War has come upon the sons of man we are called to fire and choked by thirst we are called to fire within ourselves. Take me alive I confess every fault of my heart I am the acent and the fall held captive of judgement I am the ascent held captive of judgement I am the fall.