Tales of the conflicts of the past echoing into the present at last
whispers to your self before the firefight will bring no peace to the blood at night
haunted by the terror they aim to bring into their homes will our bullets sing
the screams in the portals we opened cried for their blood
now as in the songs they sang, we have come to do as we must
they smashed our altars, killed our gods
but the pendulum swings and for us a new dawn
your kings, fed to the void your empires will crumble
in the face of our masses, your armies too, will be humbled
the virulent revenge of our mother the crushing march of the "other"
beneath the treads of what's to come unmake their world and plant a seed for our own
so it is written, and so it must be done as in the time, of the ancient ones.
Nature demands her due. No longer will the efforts of the many engorge only the few
Let their pews be hacked up for fuel, pyres to the dark womb of the void.
as we lap up the red waters of victory fate plunges its quill in the inkwell of history
so the scarlet words will fill the pages, of the tomes that will tell of the struggle for the ages.
Those yet to come will curse those that did nothing their offspring to be fed to the sun
the few that escape us, will be riddled with plagues by its rays
as the sun crushes our enemies when they leave our world so will night protect us, as we reclaim what is ours
so what more can be said, for the tales of the dead
their words long ago forgotten, but some still know
the memory returns when we look to the past
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