The blue cloud of doom Fell upon my land Felt upon my sword Beheading for a feast Our swords covered with blood Beneath the melting sun The praise is
Spurred on by hope of conquest Lusting for spice and gold Into the churning seas In the frail bark of tiny boats Embedded in the soil of every continent
Raise us to opulence and power We take this bundle of thorns Follow us to post-modern victory The kingdom of the golden chariot Tainted woman give your
Disposed to exercise Absolute authority The dark windows of time Reveal my charming desires Impelling need to dominate Establishing my dynasty Dynamic
Global incubasis Apocalyptic depression encrusts Its foul eggs in the surface Racial necrosis Undergoing experiment Prestigious are the malformed Abandoned
Father, raise your sons Not to prosper But to be devoured in flame For by the purging fires of war They shall be judged in your place Burn, the fires
Below cavernous dwellings Rodents breed The heirs to secrecy And deceit Upon their countenance dwelling Mark of Cain The wrath that their lineage bears
Ten lost tribes, slaves in chains As the scriptures tell of their pains Torn from lands, chosen roam The Assyrian kings claim the throne Ten lost tribes
Their honor drove them into battle Taking the lives of the weak K9lling for conquest and power Life for the English was bleak The Vikings... Murder
Social discontents To the guillotine Another global raid Without an end Endless combat throughout the world Loyalists wage world war again Decades of
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Experimental stage From perverted science Leads unto the throne of man Primal killing rage Costly decadence From objective science Cause to tip from
As the iron cross melts deep Unto the flesh of the boy Arcane stench of burning skin Arouses the phallic demands Barefoot beggar, son of Mary Another
Upon these vile remains of Christ I hold the lance that pierced the fool His true meaning withheld in a shroud of lies Recite nine times the antique
Novgorod, nest of sedition, wall them in Snarling dogs, over 20,000 dead, kill them all Peasants burn, cleansing of a plague Torch the walls at Novgorod
The cloaked loyalists launch a raid To stem the tides of the uncontrollable plagues The righteous and holy, detest our objectives The guillotine's blade