Hordes of the Wretched

Oppressed for generations
At the brink we will take no more
Fight back we give no quarter
Destroy them all overwhelming force
Justice will be your death
You will know suffering
Torture and torment await you
Your death will come slowly

Behold, the hordes of the wretched
Once oppressed we are now the aggressors
Violence against the tyrants
We will take no more

Descend upon your death
There is nothing left

Beaten bloody and broken
Your body can't take much more
You beg for mercy
The thought we do abhor
The guilty stand on trial
Fearful of punishment
Hordes of the wretched
Face the firing line

Behold, the hordes of the wretched
Once oppressed we are now the aggressors
Violence against the tyrants
We will take no more

Descend upon your death
There is nothing left

Shackled you waste away
The world you can't deface
The people rise against you
Your control soon fades out
Disfigured corpses
Remind you of your sin
Encroaching darkness
Agony from bleeding out

The hordes, want blood
The hordes, want blood
The hordes, want death
The hordes, want death
The hordes, want blood
The hordes, want blood
The hordes, want you
The hordes, want you



Credits
Writer(s): Pestilent Doom
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