When the sky opens
We praise and worship

I wear the mark of the ancients
surrounded by those who share my plight
there is no equal for the vengeance we seek
now call upon the creatures of the dead night

the smell of decay spreads
as the blood moon begins to rise
we hang the guilty as an offering
cleanse the soil of those who defy

be reborn through the flames of the ancients
the souls that lived before your gods and demons

screams lure the innocent,
and those unluckly enough to hear the call
life clings in the mouth of the forest
where all life that enters, will soon bow and fall

the centuries before man,
soaked this dirt with bloodshed
now that the tides of torment rises again
we become one with them

be reborn through the flames of the ancients, (we become one with them)
the souls that lived before your gods and demons (we become one with them)

their hollowed faces line these trees
the sky opens, to exact revenge upon the weak

the wind cuts like glass,
against the skin, into the skin
step ever so lightly,
or succumb to the evil within
defiling the corpses, of innocent children
this is what we were
driven to, a pitiful game
after raping our minds, your time will come
soon

come forth and claim the offering
your kind is not wanted here

the screams are deafening, I knew they would follow
the bodies lie hollow, no shame for the born slaves

I hear someone walking in my woods
Call of the siren, listen to her voice, listen to her voice

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