Proverbial cruelties raise your obsidian chalices to min eyes
Ashure commands war to scourge terror into our enemies.
Death Before surrender our fate this day is known
To become the kings in despotic Rule.

Come Rise in eternal intervals of torture and death
Terror breeds extending into the butchered's eyes.
Rage towards the mountians through the valleys soaked in blood
Zargon shall lead our chariots beyond the guilded shrine of
Marduk

Conquier before death wading through the oceans of blood
Feeding the desert sand with sin and abominations

Mighty are we across the desert sands of time
Calling fourth Azriel to guide our iron blades
Victory granted by the Gods of War

Our cities wrapped in flesh
Our children fed with blood
Embracing our enemy with bitter damnation holding their flesh
in our hands
Empire gates glorified by the rotting souls of the army's dead!!!

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