Forest of Delusion
Cold winds the scars embrace
War; victory, our pleasure
Consume this world of shit
Mass hallucinations
Swords of the scorn divine
Preying on the souls of the fallen
Destroying all barriers of time
Gods of war; share your wisdom through death
Guide us through cold valleys of disease
Cities burn; like scattered ash to wind
As warriors take their final breath, then kiss the blade
The meek shall stand in line & bow, like slugs to the heavens
As cowards fall, to fear & disease
The altars of war
Norther crosses symbols of the weak
Southern swords now rip through frail minds
Cleanse my pallet
Quench my thirst & lust for death
Bask in the ancient glory of your defeat
Ravenous; persistent our assault
Venomous; abhorrence floods the earth
In the shadow of the horns, grows the twisted wisdom
Seeds of death...
Eminent; burning in our trance
Venomous; coil of obscurity
Fools...march to war
With grand illusions of honor in a decrepit mind
As cowards and kings
Map our their demise
In the name of glory, honor, & death
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