Текст: Demon Hunter. The Triptych. Relentless Intolerance.

These eyes, they will gaze and reflect
And gauge every thought I reject
Now sway of stance in changing times
Just a narrow mind commanding respect

We stand on the words of the wise
And languish every call to despise
We know the hollow side of their lies

No reformed edition, never losing vision
Now into forever, only getting better
Ways of now, spiral down
How much more we allow

Keeping sight of the vow we made
Never changing
Holding fast to the hope
Never losing ground

So when we stand in the line of wrath
Never changing
True and righteous will know
Never losing ground

The foundations that we used to uphold
Now regarded as the madness of old
Every alteration made to the standard of truth
Is a nail in the coffin we hold

We embody everything they despise
'Cause they see us through degenerate eyes
So when they cast you down as intolerant filth
Stand firm, never bow to the lies

No reformed edition, never losing vision
Now into forever, only getting better
Ways of now, spiral down
How much more we allow

Keeping sight of the vow we made
Never changing
Holding fast to the hope
Never losing ground

So when we stand in the line of wrath
Never changing
True and righteous will know
Never losing ground

See the scorn inside my eyes

No reformed edition, never losing vision
Now into forever, only getting better

Keeping sight of the vow we made
Holding fast to the hope

So when we stand in the line of wrath
Never changing
True and righteous will know
Never losing ground

Keeping sight of the vow we made
Never changing
Holding fast to the hope
Never losing ground

So when we stand in the line of wrath
Never changing
True and righteous will know
Never losing ground