F.I.T.F.O.G

Iron warriors, armored in doom
Emboldened by endless wrath
Sharpening blades on the enemy's bones
Crushing all who cross their path

War among the heavens
Angels falling to deepest hell
Usurpers who will not be made to bow
A fist in the face of god

Hellfire legions clad in steel
Victims broken on the wheel
Drawn and quartered, butchered, flayed
Where is the god to whom you pray?

Great heroic days of victory and might
No mercy shown to the end
The meek will rue the turning of the cheek
The lightning wolves of Hell descend

Endless bodies litter the fray
Carrion birds sup on decay
Heaven's cowards forced to yield
The weak ones will be made to kneel

The skies will burn with the vengeance of Hell
Victory wrenched from the lame
The gods you worship are steel
Might makes right is our deadly game



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Harcott
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