Vanquishers

Infertile our wind-scarred lands
Salt-stained the jagged peaks
Barren whole, unflourishing greens
Bounded by poisonous seas

Set sail on a rising tide of need
Riding waves to fulfil our greed
Seafarers blessed by a profane water god
Destructive currents washing ashore

We take all

We do not sow
Take more than we need
Pillage and burn
Vanquishers reap

Defenseless their wealthy abodes
Spare none, a feast for crows
Bloody the soil in a storm of swords
Taking everything leaves us wanting more

Set sail for the rise of your demise
Riding waves under bleeding skies
Seafarers blessed by a profane water god
Destructive currents washing ashore

We do not sow
Take more than we need
Pillage and burn
Vanquishers reap

We take all

We do not sow
Take more than we need
Pillage and burn
Vanquishers reap

Ravaging homes
Lay waste to your dreams
Discarding souls
Sunk in the deep



Credits
Writer(s): Martijn De Jong, Thijmen Den Hartigh
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