The Thin Crust of an Oracle's Blood

Those high priests read the entrails and checked the stars.
We who were condemned.
Servants of death.
Banished to darkness.
Since antiquity nobility has feared our blades.
We who disregard the sands of time,
the weight of blood.

We
have
come...

Cursed, unholy horde
spit back from hell.
Demonic horsemen.
We who drink from the neck,
pillaging breath.
Murderous revenge of
Rulers ripped from their thrones,
carve out the bones.
Burn their cathedrals.
We demand a sacrifice,
claw at the thighs
spread on the altar.

We
are
vengeance...

Unleashing a wave of plague.
Defile the saints,
dissect the wisemen.
We who have returned,
wretched rebirth.
Dark hearted heathens.
Steam from blood on the snow.
High from the smoke of burning empires.
We dance among the graves
with queens enslaved,
drunk on the nightmare.

We
have
come
and
we
are
vengeance...



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