The Becoming of a Perfect Disease
Before I take what is mine
I'll tell you what I am
Long ago there lived a fisherman's family
Poor in possession but rich at heart
Food on the table meant they were able
Not to fall apart
Father and sons left home on a winter morning
Unaware of the threat nearby
Ground started shaking, fear overtaking them
Heavy trampling of hoofs
Riders circle my kin
A wandering legion of barbarians
Called Kahn
Riding black steeds
Raiding, butchering, raping
Riding from town to town
Blood and ash remain
Trying to defend themselves against this massive power
They don't stand a chance against these odds
With a few blows the resistance of the men is broken
Then they're quartered
Shocked by the screams of her husband
And two young boys
The mothers instinct tells her what to do
Picks up a blade and calls her daughter forth
I must save her this fate
With a knife i draw blood
A wandering legion of barbarians
Called Kahn
Burn it all down
Raiding, butchering, raping
Riding from town to town
Blood and ash remain
Covered in blood
Slith my own throat
From this sacrifice, fueled by grief and hatred
The shades that are before you were instantly created
Made the Kahn immortal
With permanently shattered bones
Now they pray for death
Never to come
Granting your deepest desires
Feeding on your life, call me
Demon of death, eater of souls
Raanah
I'll tell you what I am
Long ago there lived a fisherman's family
Poor in possession but rich at heart
Food on the table meant they were able
Not to fall apart
Father and sons left home on a winter morning
Unaware of the threat nearby
Ground started shaking, fear overtaking them
Heavy trampling of hoofs
Riders circle my kin
A wandering legion of barbarians
Called Kahn
Riding black steeds
Raiding, butchering, raping
Riding from town to town
Blood and ash remain
Trying to defend themselves against this massive power
They don't stand a chance against these odds
With a few blows the resistance of the men is broken
Then they're quartered
Shocked by the screams of her husband
And two young boys
The mothers instinct tells her what to do
Picks up a blade and calls her daughter forth
I must save her this fate
With a knife i draw blood
A wandering legion of barbarians
Called Kahn
Burn it all down
Raiding, butchering, raping
Riding from town to town
Blood and ash remain
Covered in blood
Slith my own throat
From this sacrifice, fueled by grief and hatred
The shades that are before you were instantly created
Made the Kahn immortal
With permanently shattered bones
Now they pray for death
Never to come
Granting your deepest desires
Feeding on your life, call me
Demon of death, eater of souls
Raanah
Credits
Writer(s): Arnold Boukes
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